Layers [√]

[ the artist & her muse ]

when they ask me
did you fight for him?

i always want to say how i rode
through mountains of one-sided love affairs
and swam through oceans of girls
that looked like airbrushed angels,
always so perfectly printed on
your satin sheets of dating profile

but i look at my hands and how
they were always dusted with paints of longing, tainted and unruly and unbecoming

i couldn't touch you without turning you indigo

so i say
no i didn't

i didn't fight for you nor did i want to
nor would you want me to

but instead,
i fiercely adored you
like art