All up in me
rearranging my insides till
it is unrecognizable
like a painter outlining
what will be his most
precious work,
I await your finished
product,
of me.
Author notes
Sometimes you feel like you have no control over HOW you love someone. A feeling from long ago flickered in my mind the other day. Stronger now, I drew inspiration from an image of myself, way back when...
Comments
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hmmm... not too sure what to think of this...
i think the ending is great.
it reminds me of the song "masterpiece" by Meg and Dia.
specifically the chorus,
"done by the hands of a broken artist,
you painted black where my naked heart is"
its a priceless thought,
that no matter who creates you or molds you,
though you may seem perfect for someone, or something...
no amount of paint or plaster, can have hide
or take away your flaws...
great write
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