I danced 

In black heels 
and white dresses

I let you paint me red

You cut the hem of my dress off 
and sewed the bottom to look like you 
and dyed it blue 
your favorite color.
You asked me to take the dress off, 
and the heels.
You claimed my naked soul 
you laid me down 
and tattooed your name

onto my hips

onto my thighs 

onto my heart 

onto my soul 

you wrote it down 
in permanent ink 
and I let you
, the boy with the paintbrush 
and solemn eyes .
I was your canvas 
and I danced for you 
and I let you paint portraits of me that we’re meant to be shaped as your own self image 
a reflection of what you loved,
but painters get tired of the same canvas 
they get tired of throwing water colors at

White dresses 
and black heels 

They wanted a new canvas 
so you threw me away 
you never washed off the paint
s
do your oil based love a favor 
and get this paint off my body now.