Warmth

I am warm colors;

You are cool colors.

I miss your complements,

They flatter me until my cheeks are heated, blush.

Now I am only intense shades of red, orange, yellow,

But in unartistic hues.

You are my opposite on the color wheel,

Making my life pigmented.

I am only half the circle

Because you are never around.

Now everything is hot, burning;

My balance is ruined.

I have never liked monochromatic pieces

That now are my life.

I wish you were part of my palate;

For though we were opposites,

Art existed.

So bring me your blues

Because that is how I feel;

But not who I am because

I am warm colors

And only you can be cool.