The Art of “Love”

Write your lies on my pages,

Pour your truths out to me.

Scribble notes of adoration,

Draw lines of tainted ink.

Decorate my scars with strokes

of red and blue and green.

Paint over my flaws with hues

of darling uncertainty.

Mold me into some twisted sculpture

of your perfect apathy.

Rip and tear me into a collage

of my falsified fantasy.