Painting by Lovis Corinth
The Painter
He is gone now,
The slick artist
Who painted my dreams,
Coloured my vision,
Decorated his intentions,
Papered over the cracks
Of his little sick schemes.
He has stripped me
Bare of my ego,
Left my heart bare of trust,
And scraped the hope
From my soul
As my dreams turned to dust.
Yet I still love him,
My faux painter,
My forger, my faker
And I gloss over his faults,
For he is etched deep in my psyche,
My handsome heart breaker.
Anna :o]
Posted over on her site HyperCRYPTIcal
Listed as #65 over on Magpie Tales 78
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