"Because tell me, my dear..
How can you ever save a drowning star?"
My deepest thoughts and secrets. Enjoy.
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•Overall winner of The Cats Awards; 10/08/18
•Winner and Best Plot in Poetry of The Net Monthly Awards; 6/10/18
•3rd place in Poetry of The...
I become your canvas, and I love it. You chaotically spatter random colours at me, and it is glorious.
You draw resplendent sunsets and beaches, and I sigh euphorically as I watch you paint on me.
But then you take out a knife, and start stabbing my papers, a manic glint in your eyes, a wicked smile on your lips, as you watch the colours bleed into weeping, murderous scenes.
But it's alright, my darling, keep tearing me down. Watch me as I wither into nothing but paper shreds at your feet, for I'd rather be ruined by you, than be relished by anyone else.
-With love,
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Ps - this is one of my favourite pieces by me so far.
