Picture, drawing,
Painting, scribble.
You are in black and white
Drawn on my paper,
In my head,
In my bed,
I lie thinking about,
Are your teeth visible
Did I draw them wrong?
The deep red of obsession
in the background,
Do I draw, do i feel,
Do i feel for you
What do i feel for you like love.
Like, love?
Like, Love!?
No, I say that.
Words are empty.
Paintings, they show it.
Dark red of obsession
Or burgundy for stale blood.
Stale love.