I tried to paint you pictures

by Avrii Monrielle   Feb 2, 2017

...you insisted you didn't know what art was,

I stood there, you were bathed in Maroon, but it was not your color,
As you went on about Five
and Fingers and Rolling
R's and I
Was angry
And my throat throttled
This is when I know
I have days where I feel like a weakling

Is it my fault I cannot teach you how to type,
Or your fault you are not learning
To walk outside of the boundary lines?


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  • 1 year ago

    by BlueJay

    This is interesting. It has an odd sort of flow, but I think that is what got your personality into the piece. And your title drew me in effortlessly, and your word choice was basic, yet I find it hard to believe anything more indepth would not have been as effective for your message.

    • 1 year ago

      by Avrii Monrielle

      Thank you BlueJay... as each new day dawns, I keep discovering love is more complex than I thought the day before. This piece is pretty much my anger, frustration expressed in calamity as I felt myself teetering on the edge of madness...

    • 1 year ago

      by Avrii Monrielle

      Arguing with my loved one, really did that to me that day in particular.