You are the girl in love with an artist
Or maybe
You love him and he doesn’t return that feeling
Because he is still in love with the girl who’s heart he broke
You are trying to fix a man who does nothing but break other people
And he will hold you in his hands like palettes and paint brushes
He will paint the love of his life on you in the same fashion he creates strokes on his canvases
His love for her will be staring back at you in the middle of your hallways at 2 am while you are getting water after a heated paint session
And you will know that you cannot satiate his lust because you are not his modern day Mona Lisa
His hands will be covered in paint, just as his lies are covered in sugar
And your mother told you to never sugar coat anything, but here you are on a Sunday morning lying to your family about how in love you two are
He is an artist and you are a writer
And you’d think that’d be a match made in heaven
Yet he obsesses over a dancer who now belongs to the world instead of a man who continuously tries to capture her in every image he creates
To him you are canvas, fresh and new
But she is his favorite shades of purple and blue
Her eyes are always blank in every photo because that’s the only expression he remembers her having
And he will splatter orange and red on you
Soon you’ll be purple
Black and blue too