if i were an artist, i'd look like this.

if i were an artist, i'd look like this.
if i were an artist, i'd look like this.

Monday, June 28, 2010

i gently bent up everything you taught me about love.
i put beads on everything you showed me about growth.
i cried into everything you expressed, then took away.

i ran from your example of surprise endings.
and ended up throwing away everything except the beauty.
i am surrounded by blank walls, an empty closet, too many cigarettes,
and wire expressions of hatred changed slowly into compassion.