tortured artist - poem
#4 of poetry collection
Poem no. 4
I was an artist and i loved you like you were my canvas
Thoughtful intentions
Time dedicated
Precious moments spent together
They never last forever
although we made messes
I loved your imperfections
I saw beauty in your everything
not for your colors
not for your concept
for that passion in me you burned
but then one day you turned
I used to yearn the feeling we shared
the fun you used to give me
I used smile at you with pride
Now i hide
theres shame upon my face
your paint still stains my body
it hurts too much to believe you loved me
So I let you be
I walked away
I was a tortured artist and you were left an untouched canvas