Aesthetic

WILLIAM BRADFORD: SHIPWRECK OFF NANTUCKET

When a gazelle feeds on grass,

clueless that it's going to be attacked by a lion,

you don't blame the cycle.

It's the way of life,

and we cannot avoid it.

Right now,

I felt like I walked into this.

I decided to text her.

I don't get it?

You play me like a game

and I'm gullible enough to fall for it.

I love you,

yet you seem to take advantage of that.

I just didn't want to do this anymore;

I love her so much yet she plays me like a yo-yo.

She means so much to me,

but I can't keep feeling like I did something wrong.

"Sir, do you know where the painting

Shipwreck off Nantucket is? 

It's by–"

William Bradford,

We don't carry it anymore,

think it got sold to another museum. 

The only aesthetic in my life so far

is being blessed by the works 

of the famous painters of the world.

Funny about that Bradford painting

is that I feel like a wreck too.

Which is why I wasn't proud of my next move

when I picked up my phone again,

and call the person I thought

I would never have to call again.