I was a painter
You were already a work of art
But I didn't see you
I used you like a blank canvas
Creating a flawless version
of you in my mind that just didn't exist
Shading over the raw
emotion that truly poured from your
bright, imperfect eyes
Fitting your hands
too seamlessly into mine
For every stroke,
I gave a meaning
For every line,
a brand new feeling
And for every mistake,
I gave a pretty little reason
I tried to keep you hung on my wall
I thought I could give you my all
But you left anyway
Maybe I could've fallen
in love with you as you were
But the painting I
distorted was all of you I could recall
It has grown to replace my
memory of the original piece
So, I have wept
night after night
over a fictional love
I conjured up
in my mind's eye
and attached to your frame
Oh I'm so sorry
I made you the avatar
for my dreams