She showed me her true colors.
Showed how wrong we were for each other.
So I pulled out my brush set
and water colors worked well with tears wept.
Filled in her empty parts with blood from my own heart.
Swept her black and white tones with my grey sweat.
Glossed her harsh shadows with my pink tongue.
Gave her transparency with air from my very lungs.
Did not attempt to make a masterpiece,
Just… something that matched me… what I thought she could be.
She saw me out of context.
I saw her as a project.
Fantasy airbrushed my logic…
Could be the curse of being an artist.