"never love an artist,
because they shower you with the most dangerous kind of love,
the kind of love you want to sink in and never float back up.
they'll draw every single detail of you, highlighting the ones they find enticing, maybe your rosy cheeks when they compliment you or your little pout as you sleep,
they'll make you remember everything about them vividly, every stroke, every color seems brand new, this will make you scream out in pure agony when you can't hold them in your arms anymore.
they'll make you believe that you're the only thing their hands move to draw and even their lies are so pretty.
they'll stare you down in a room full of people, wondering which other angles they can draw you in, wondering which other angles they can show to the world, of you, just you.
they'll tell you things from such a unique perspective, they'll change the way you see the world, and every little thing reminds you of how beautifully their mind worked.
they'll leave their mark on you in the form of paint streaks, streaks that never truly go away, streaks that no matter how hard you scrub them, find a way to stay.
never love an artist,
because you'll be just another portrait in the sea of galleries they keep."
-k.v.
