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Canvas
We're propped up so nice and shallow.
you are the beauty that your self portrait waits for.
I am the manikins twin.
Come trade desires and let the games begin
You smile, my canny and wit does nothing to impress
You smile as the smell of your perfume still makes me choke.
You Smile...
Even when I make you laugh, I'm still the joke.
But look how I play pretend with new shoes and an expensive car.
You dog ear that bright blue dress.
I hold your hand as the other is forced to paint what I see.
What color is happiness?
You tell me with every step there's gloom and doom.
You whisper... how can I ever bloom
When your always the dumbest in the room.
I'll watch the ripple effect in a puddle of my own blood.
The smell of burning fingernails
As you smoke your cigarettes down to the butt
Yearning to paint something different
Surrounded by the wall to wall canvas.
You look for the right shade of pigment
Laying in bed with one foot on the floor
Kindness comes on a whim
Don't sleep
playing footsie with a phantom limb.
We awake up to smell of piss and rain
Your head is screaming from
nightmares of me... still eating your brain.
Another canvas full of lies.
My smile does nothing.
You focus on the diminishing bride.
My stomach fills with anger, my mind precise.
What color is pride?
My arrogance sheds as I fall from your clutch
Only close enough to smell.
You'll keep pushing until there nothing left to touch.
I clinch my fist under my pillow and begin to pout.
The smell of acrylic becomes a memory
I wonder if you're painting different pictures now...
Or am I all greyed out.
