in a battlefield
when your mind wages war
against that woman and i
for your heart's commitment
i will surrender this futile fight
for i cannot again wager my worth
every time i question your loyalty

i moulded a fool out of myself
making the punchline my downfall
your lips tug at the sight
and i'd mirror your amused beam
perhaps we both found mirth
in crushing my delicate spirit

i am so desperate for his affection
that if he held out a cup of poison
i would've accepted it with glee
convincing myself the burn it left
was his dose of warmth for me

often times
she felt like a splotch
daubed carelessly
with splashes of paint
an accidental smear
in a canvas of his artistry
every intricate detail
resembling a complex puzzle
viewers strived to complete

the art connoisseur cannot help
but stagger back in disbelief
acrylics stained his fingertips
calling her beautiful mishaps
the most wonderous masterpiece

she started to plant
this seed in her head
and waters it prudently
with the tears that she sheds
believing if a hummingbird
isn't attracted to her nectar
she should shrivel all her leaves up
for she is not a pretty flower