I am a work of art

He forgot to draw my eyes He drew my lips but they could not part They are rose-colored pillows resting on my face Curved as a smile for his comfort He kisses them every morning Gently with a grin He sketched my ears, so I can listen to him Ramble about his day as I …

Yes/No, this is for you

Yes, I still find myself writing about you But do not mistake it for buried affection If I’ve learned anything from what I’ve written It was a mistake convincing myself I loved you I still have thoughts about you Because you’re a cautionary tale Of rushed decisions and low self-esteem A chapter worth of lessons …