there's a purple canvas in the corner
she has watched me fall asleep a girl
and awake a womani have abandoned her
like an unwanted childi promised to birth
a masterpiece
on her fleshbut when i picked up the brush
my fingers burned to ashmy brain rotted
into nothingnessi avoid her gaze
walk past everydaywhile she calls to me
i pretend i do not hear
it is not that i don't love her
i just don't want to ruin hermy pretty purple canvas
that begs to be morei don't want to fail you
i don't know how to make you into art anymore- diaryofalittlestar
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i think about it all the time
Poetrya collection of unique poetry fueled by random deep emotions and thoughts that sometimes sound unsettling. eldest thought daughter.