I want to tell you
Never to fall for anyone who can turn you into a blue-period
Picasso
Or who will put two eyes in their right places on your head
And capture in still life all your restless ways
You had warnings, you know
They say never to try love a wild thing
Or tame it
Either way,
When he pulls out his paintbrush to cover you in all the
things you wish you could be for him remember
Michelangelo broke his back and blinded himself painting
ceilings
Some things are just too far a reach
And your fidgety hands and feet go much deeper than oil and
ink
A canvas is too small – and you are too large
That not even the call of Gabriel could pull you through its
threads.
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