i was an abstract 
staring into the black 
knife in my hand 
scars on my back 

u just looked at me 
with your blood covered jeans
u were painted red 
but u weren’t bleeding 

cracked glass 
full of wine 
mixed up all ur pale white lies
  
petals 
all around 
are burning like they’re angels on the ground

u should’ve punched me 
maybe then i could’ve seen
how u ruined my 
perfect little painting 

cracked glass 
full of wine 
mixed up all your pale white lies

splatters
of black paint 
on my rainbow canvas

Ali