Her canvas was now
Ripped to shreds.
The paint covering the floor
As though it was
Meant to be there.
As though this
Was supposed to happen.
This wasn't meant to happen.
The canvas was supposed to be whole.
She wasn't here to be a metaphor.
She was meant to be the one
Creating her own art,
But the brush took control of her
Along with the paint.
The artist is in tears.
She was a masterpiece.
But like most art,
She will be long gone
Before she gets
The love she
Deserves.
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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
