We lived in a world of facts and opinions
The fact that I loved you and the opinion that I was beautiful
We lived in a world of judgments and statements
The judgement that my eyes were cute and the statement that they are
Teeth marks on my fingernails
And bruises on your toes
Split ends on my long hair
Brush the birthmark on your nose
Laughed until our throats hurt
Kissed until we couldn't breathe
You played with my hair till it was frizzed and rough
Talked about nothing until we couldn't anymore
The night you told me that you loved me
I was sniffling and sick
Surrounded by tissues
You kissed my cheek
I was an actor
And you were a painter
I acted like I loved you
And you painted me like you did
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC