i loved him like art.

You must have thought that your contradictions
would paint you as complex.

But everything stops looking rose-colored
once the truth starts bleeding into the hues.

You can love me like a half-hearted excuse,
but darling, you’re fooling yourself.

All you have done is grind down your grandeur,
and whittle away my devoted perception of you.

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