My body was an empty canvas waiting for the touch of a gentle hand To slowly fill up the spaces To soothe my body’s desire for the crimson colors That seeped from your paintbrush
As your hand touched my skin And I gave into the gentle caress of your brush You slowly filled my canvas with your lies I became tainted with the ugliness that your words held
As I believed I was your masterpiece But became a ruined canvas From the lies that you told From the holes you tore in my body and soul My canvas was tainted With your spilled ink