An Artists' Love

It's hard to see past your eyes

They are the only eyes that I've never found beauty in

You pay me to paint them

But the colors, they just fade

I put the brush to the canvas

The paint just drips away into nothingness

A river of darkness that only seems to evaporate

It's hard to see past your mind

It turns and creates a draft of inconvenient thoughts

You pay me to write your story

But the pages, they are wet

And the words, they're illegible

The ink just drifts away into nothingness

A jungle of vines in a mind that refuses to be read

It's hard to see past your body

It's harsh edges create a boundary between reality and you

You pay me to create you as a statue

But the metal isn't strong enough

And the pieces, they just crumble

The artwork falls away into nothingness

A body that's impossible to look at and a statue that can only fall apart

It's hard to see into your heart

The image of reality, it pumps blood into your veins

You pay me to love you

But I see nothing there to love...