"Painting A Relationship"

Just a situation that I went through, told through painting related topics.

Me and my girlfriend got into a fight.

She scratched me with acryllic nails and I blead picassos.

I grabbed her, and stroked her with paint brushes of condolence.

I said "I know it's abstract but I love you."

We painted our skins velvet with eachothers tears.
See, things used to be vibrant and exciting like graffiti, but now it's dull and tedious like following a Bob Ross video.

So many times i've tried to express other portraits, but i'm stuck on Mona Lisa, and she isn't smiling.

She's more like the screamer.

Years of hued emotions lead to dripping paint, melting hearts.

We're on the last supper of our relationship and dinner isn't tasting so good.

It used to be passionate.

We flowed like paint, swirling around each others bodies, mixing colors, creating a whole new shade of love.

Oral paint brushes stroked images into eachothers mouths.

Neons and mattes dripped down our cheeks.

She smoothed oil paints into the breaks in my abs with her fingers.

But they felt more like graffiti cans.

Like she was permanantly leaving her mark.

But who would've thought that she was just gonna tag the spot and never come back.

Now i'm stuck with bubble letters constantly bursting reminders into my abdomen, for every time i'm reminded of her it sickens me.

She painted a master piece, but decided to go over it.

As if the original never existed.

As if she could white everything out in an instance.

But I know, smudges of me still leak from her clothes.

They said paint a picture perfect relationship.

Well, i'm not Michallengelo.

I'm not Da Vinci.

It may not be famous, it may not be in museums...but damnit I left my mark.

And no matter what, she can't escape the images of what once was.

The mental Luve that dwells inside her of all the portraits and landscapes of the times we escaped into the paintings we loved. 

They said paint a picture perfect relationship...well all I gotta say, the first one is always the worst, learn from your mistakes, and don't be afraid to pick up the brush again.