25/30: “Arts and Crafts.”
I feel like I’m nothing
But your favourite arts and crafts project.
Good intentions stapled to bits and pieces
Of all the daydreams I’ve had about you.
Papier-mache’d my hopes
To your reassurances.
That abstract painting
Hanging lopsidedly on the battered wall.
Suspended off the nails you dug into my back
Like you were trying to display
Your masterpiece from my shoulder blades.
Transforming my skeleton into your art gallery
Floors you’ve tried to plan
Into the blueprint of my bones.
Modelled my spine into the Tower of Babel
Standing straight until it touched the heavens.
Then God decided to send me down a peg.
Angel in Lucifer’s honour roll.
Smiling like black was in season
Rejoicing at the bleeding of my ball-point
Because all it ever gives birth to these days
Are the blackest of love poems.
A black hole on paper
Just asking to be filled
For one more time.