objet d'art

four.

some days you said you despised  the art i created.

you tried  to destroy whatever piece it was i was working on.

you tried  to get into my head and tell me i wasn't good enough

and how i would never have my art recognized.

how my paintings were just a waste.

but other days you always seemed to hang around the art room after school just to watch me splatter paint onto a canvas.

you said that you love and adore how creative my mind was

and how much you love and adore me.

how much more colorful i made your world.

i didn't know how toxic it was to have you around me.

one minute you were trying to destroy me

and the minute after you were letting me know that

i was the light you had been searching for.

i never knew what you wanted from me.