Masterpiece

I am art.

Art isn’t meant to be pretty-

Or beautiful beyond compare.

It’s supposed to make you feel something.

‘

You told me I put oceans in your veins

And fierce fires in your heart.

But really I was just a pitiful candle,

A shallow wave against your tremendous tempest.

‘

Smudged and saturated with what

You told me was “for the best”,

My masterpiece is crumbling,

I’m exiled from the white washed walls.

‘

Take me to an art gallery,

Tell me I’m the prettiest thing in the room.

But promise me-

Promise me, that you mean it this time.