Art

broken relationships and cliche love stories

I traced the places where your fingers used to graze on
With a black pen, twirling it between my fingers,
Suddenly my skin became a canvas
Etching every word you told me

I became an art work, my room a gallery,
Colors danced in between my pores
Black ink seeped between the valley of my breasts
My pen ran along my skin
Like my skin was a wide meadow

I traced the places your hands used to hold
My palms became a planet I never knew of
My cheeks were stained with colors
Like how they were stained with tears as you left me
With the color of grey your eyes held
No happiness inside
No hint of love

Author's Note

draft, didn't go through it much.

Reviews

[Addict With a Pen]

I really like this idea; i've never seen any writing quite like this. The whole poem is well written and structured. This idea for a love poem has never even crossed my mind; tracing a pen where lovers fingers once touched, finding the map to be everywhere.
Very emotional and beautiful write.