here is a blank canvas, devoid of anything.
a clean slate;
you can paint it with the vivid memories of pink sunsets and an orange sunrise,
even purple like his eyes or maybe chalky like the moon.
you can even paint it black
like the ring around your eye,
like the mark around your neck,
like the bruise on your thigh.
or you can paint it bright yellow, reminiscent of the sun glowing even in darkness;
letting the moon shine despite getting nothing in return.
because though he sees you as a black hole,
your star burns the brightest in a galaxy of darkness.