Drawing II
Location
I’m glad I didn’t choose you as my subject
For my art project
I chose someone I hadn’t spoken to in a while
So I could fuck up.
Had I chose to draw you,
I would never finish.
I would spend hours, days, weeks,
Until I realized I can’t capture your perfection
With a piece of charcoal.
That I can’t shade in your mannerisms,
Or sketch in the way you move your hair out of your eyes
And my heart from my body simultaneously.
Because when I look at you, I understand
Why Da Vinci spent years
On Mona Lisa’s lips alone