i dunno. make of it what you will
I can't help it if I think you're beautiful. Hold it against me. Hold it again. And resent that I find beauty in many. It wasn't for me. It wasn't for you. It just was. Maybe it'll be us. Maybe it'll just be. And beware. That's what they'll say. Cuz I'm an animal, an asshole, a snowstorm in May. I'll paint you with disappointment, but didn't I paint you pretty, ago two days? I was just painting. Painting away. This portraits not finished, cuz you take as I lay. Such a silly, scarring, masochistic game. I love what I am. I love what you were. Let's see if we mix or seperate when you stir. It's hard to see eye to eye when you're 6 inches shy. I still can't see, but I don't ask why. I just do, but at least I don't lie. (maybe the anger will rest in your head...when you realize, regardless, I lie alone in this bed.)