Art is Art

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 I imagine myself as a piece of art,

a painting, maybe.

and you're the painter. 


But I'm unfinished, so I'm messy

And you have smears of me,

Everywhere.

Everywhere my love touched you.


But you can't take my mess

It claws your inside out and leaves you empty.

It weighs on your body like sin and the chains like the power of sin.

My love is divine but you're the devil

And I'm a beautiful forest fire.


So I told you to leave,

And you took my brush with you.

As my punishment for being too hot for you.


Have you forgotten honey,

Art is Art.

Whether unfinished or not.


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