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My masterpiece - poem

I painted a picture,

Of us before we died,

A masterpiece that I tore to shreds once completed,


I need not a reminder of the beauty that was stripped from me,

I tore my painting to shreds and realised the canvas was bare,

It always had been,


I just saw the white as fluffy clouds shaping my future,

I just saw the white as the purity and innocence I once had,

I just saw the white as perfection 



Now I see the flashing lights sent to blind me,

Now I see the white cells of my blood trying to shield my wounds as they seep out my bloodied heart,

Now I see the cold, desolate snow you left me in


Now I see that my masterpiece was only ever special because of the love I had for you,

The love that made you unique,

The love you breed,

The love you thrived from,


I put you on some pedestal, 

But you were simply average,


And we were simply nothing,

Actually no, 

We had something,


But I had loved too much,

I had painted masterfully, a tale of tragedy,

I had flown too close to the sun,

And you melted my wings and let me fall


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