paintings
my canvas isnt clean ,
my paints arent fresh ,
my brushes arent new ,
my headspace isnt fair .
the canvas tainted with his lies ,
the paints mixed contaminated with his charcater ,
the brushes dipped in his colours ,
the picture i painted of you ,
i used his canvas ,
his colours ,
his brushes ,
but u are not him ,
thats why u will never compare .
This poem is about:
Me