Paint Me Beautiful
draw the line along my scars
make a circle and a dash
curve the petals, shape the corolla
fill the colour in, in red
like the lips of the one who kissed me last
droop the leaves in lime green and sky blue
the stem like a ruler straight and narrow
measuring the space between my cracks
all the paint might hide the marks
make my skin beautiful and proud
and for a moment it’s all true
i love the trace of your brush against my flesh
all warm and cool, all the same
the splash of water canvassing your craft
as it drips outside of the lines
consuming more of the bounds
paint my scars, paint me whole
make me beautiful and proud once more
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