She was my canvas
My plate of colors
For blue, I drowned her
Until her face matched
The clear blue sky
For red, I sank blades into her skin
Until her blood ran in streams
And for purple, I beat her
Until her flesh blossomed like lavender
I saw how she flinched
How I plagued her little heart
But shouldn't she be grateful?
I thought she loved art.
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love and death
PoetryThese are some of my alltime favorite poems that give me chills to the bone from sudden twists or make me cry.
