• gabriella_sjosef 9w

    He handed me a blank canvas
    Asked me to paint all the reasons
    I could never love him
    The paintbrushes had been
    adorned with transparency
    and my fingers were already
    stained with the touch of
    those who came before him
    His love could have tainted him
    The canvas remained blank
    while his tears sank into the
    empty portrait