You picked off the petals
And slit stems open.
And
Pasted
the
pieces
In the shapes of those very same flowers
To ink black spray painted poster boards.
You deemed it
Art.
Creating through the medium of destruction.
Tell me love
What did you
create
with the shards of me?
I assume it was a shallow stock image
Of a girl who used to smile,
Because your art always seemed
A lot like ruined things
Made to appear beautiful
But never quite whole.
