It would be fine
if you drank your coffee black
if you ate only ancient philosophy
if you breathed melancholy melodies onto the page

It would be fine
if it hadn't made your heart bitter
if the stoicism hadn't turned you to stone
if you didn't lock yourself in a glass tower to do so

You seem to think of me as a canvas
but that would be fine
if you didn't try to replicate your illusions onto me

You seem to think of yourself as a piece of art
but even that would be fine
if you weren't made of immovable marble