I'm a messy drawing of our future
the ripped paper in your back pocket
the one you just forgot there
The ink is smudging
bleeding on the page
like I did
Do you remember?
I wanted to be your muse
because to me the greatest art
was you
The colour of your eyes
was the palette I wanted to use
to paint myself again
But you needed an empty canvas
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