{"id":3265,"date":"2018-04-19T13:06:32","date_gmt":"2018-04-19T18:06:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=3265"},"modified":"2018-04-19T13:06:32","modified_gmt":"2018-04-19T18:06:32","slug":"really-but-not-really","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/04\/19\/really-but-not-really\/","title":{"rendered":"Really, but not Really"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-3270 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/04\/yep-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/04\/yep-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/04\/yep.jpg 564w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 85vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>You are the girl in love with an artis<\/em><em>t<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Or maybe<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>You love him an<\/em><em>d he doesn&#8217;t return that feeling<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Because he is still in love with the girl who&#8217;s heart he broke<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>You are trying to fix a man who does nothing but break other people<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And he will hold you in his hands like palettes and paint brushes\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>He will paint the love of his life on you in the same fashion he creates strokes on his canvases<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>His love for her will be staring back at you in the mid<\/em><em>dle of your hallways at 2 am while you are getting water after a heated paint session\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And you will know that you cannot satiate his lust because you are not his modern day Mona Lisa\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>His hands will be covered in paint, just as his lies are covered in sugar<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>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\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>He is an artist and you are a writer<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And you&#8217;d think that&#8217;d be a match made in heaven\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>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\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>To him you are canvas, fresh and new\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But she is his favorite shades of purple and blue<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Her eyes are always blank in every photo because that&#8217;s the only expression he remembers her having\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And he will splatter orange and red on you<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Soon you&#8217;ll be purple<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Black and blue too<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You are the girl in love with an artist Or maybe You love him and he doesn&#8217;t return that feeling &nbsp; Because he is still in love with the girl who&#8217;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 &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/04\/19\/really-but-not-really\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Really, but not Really&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":26,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3265"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/26"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3265"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3265\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3271,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3265\/revisions\/3271"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3265"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3265"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3265"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}