One day she's going to leave him.
He'll gradually bend
Over time,
And eventually, break.
She's so beautiful,
That she even makes the
Bending of her heart
Seem like it's okay.
She takes his worst nightmares
And turns them into fairy tales,
Yet he doesn't know
How to deal with her tears.
They fall like wet paint on a canvas.
Is he selfish for wanting her alive
When she's happier cutting her wrists,
Ripping the canvas apart
Piece by piece
Including the art that is herself?
She's often confusing
The words breathe with suffocate.
She doesn't believe
In the artist who has painted her.
She doesn't believe
In the happiness
He had when creating her.
She thinks He painted her in fury
Because of the way she looks,
Because of her flaws.
She doesn't believe that
He created those flaws as beauty,
So that she can find someone
To love them in their entirety.
She won't let anyone
Put the canvas back together.
She thinks the artist has made her
To live a life of
A ripped canvas,
Bloody wrists,
Broken promises,
And artists with blank minds.
She's wrong in so many ways.
Yet the whole canvas
Will be ripped apart
Before she even
Notices.
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The Art Project | #Wattys2017
Poetry❝She's so beautiful, that she even makes the bending of her heart seem like it's okay.❞ ➳Rank #329 in Poetry | 8/17/16 ➳Cover by: @perhapsisjustarumour
