I wish I was paint
that streaked the skin of those I love
painting band-aids and smoothing shells
with the the perfectly pigmented dye.
I would paint vibrant hues in my lover's eyes
and I'd construct complex tattoos all over shoulders and thighs.
I'd leave painless scars on fingers and lungs,
and they'd breathe in the acrylic incense
as the fumes filled their brains and tongues.
I'm not selfish, I just love art
and people are boring and so full of broken hearts.
I'd paint over all their scars, it's not about me
I just have some colors good for healing.
I wish I was paint and the world was my canvas
and people were beautiful and I was an artist.
But I can't even paint over my scars or mend my heart
and I'm drowning inside the screams of the stars.
So keep your bruises and all your dents,
because people aren't art and no one is perfect.
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Poetry(Previously named "Poetry for Stargirl") just yer average poems yo.