you left graffiti on my walls
(but that's before you knocked them down
when i let you in)
you left graffiti on my face
on my heart, on my soul
everywhere i look, i see your tag
i see your art
and i'm reminded of you
i don't want your words and pictures
the bright colors lashing out at my eyes
i don't want your paint
covering me in marks
scrub me clean, please
i don't want any traces of you
(please)
i've changed my mind
because i saw that overtime
the colors wouldn't fade
i realized that there's no erasing you
i don't want to be spotless like them
they are too clean, their walls aren't cracked
i have character
and spunk
i stand out in a crowd
and i like it
i walk down the street
they stare and they judge
they call it vandalism
they don't think your art is beautiful
they don't understand what a mess you've made
i love it, i hate it, i don't understand it
all i know is i'm not washing it off
because your memory is here to stay
YOU ARE READING
BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
