artistry

i let every thought thread a weft of yarn

weaving through the warps

a tapestry of us

if i make my arms

the home you seek

if i sway my brush

would i capture thee?

if i hang your scars

in a gallery

as a work of artistry

may i clear your slate and wipe your conscience

lay it on another shelf

i'll be anything you ever ask

i'll take your memories upon myself

if you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom

i will find another shell

i don't ever want to be the selfish reason

you don't ever find yourself

i felt every thought claw the strands apart

weaving into knots

a travesty of us

if i stay my arms

and i pull your sleeve

if i snap my brush

would you trust in me?

if i trace your scars

with the broken piece

as a work of artistry

may i clear your slate and wipe your conscience

lay it on another shelf

i'll be anything you ever ask

i'll take your memories upon myself

if you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom

i will find another shell

i don't ever want to be the selfish reason

you don't ever find yourself

watching the needle thread through every pore

she told me shading made everything more

beautiful but i don't see it at all

i'm more deranged than before

standing in paints as it pools on the ground

colours of empathy blending with doubt

witnessing everything melting around

until i drown

may i clear your slate and wipe your conscience

lay it on another shelf

i'll be anything you ever ask

i'll take your memories upon myself

if you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom

i will find another shell

i don't ever want to be the selfish reason

you don't ever find yourself

may i clear your slate and wipe your conscience

lay it on another shelf

i'll be anything you ever ask

i'll take your memories upon myself

if you keep my thoughts and thieve my wisdom

i will find another shell

i don't ever want to be the selfish reason

you don't ever find yourself