if he slept with me tonight, then it would be an art theft
a crime of pure perfection performed in my room that he left
fingerprints across the frame, all over the scene
a portrait so captivating, an idea so clean
if I let him kiss my lips, then he would be an art thief
removing all my body's paint, doesn't matter how brief
I'll tell you that I liked it, yes he kept me screaming
his body reaped the harvest of an artist who kept dreaming
YOU ARE READING
Skitzo Sketch
PoetryThis is a collection of my original poems. They contain ideas and laments about love, pain, self harm/hate, suicide, mental illness, and more. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** when *** shows up beware of that piece
