Bad Artist

I haven't posted here for an age. I'm thinking of a re-working of the blog, but I'll post on here for now.

You think I’ve forgotten you;

But I haven’t.

Uneven lines that make patterns on the skin, as though some ill-conceived design had gone awry,

Some badly drawn art, some art in poor taste.

Such poor taste that nobody understands, or will even look at it without disgust

Contempt:

Attention-seeker

War reeker

Cut down deeper

Light sleeper

Heavy speaker

But God, I remember, don’t worry;

I was the only one who appreciated your beauty first hand,

The ill-conceived designer,

I was,

The bad artist,

The artist with poor taste

With crude methods, unrefined, a waste…

Of a perfectly clean canvas.

Decorate you with the unexplainable,

The despicable,

The unacceptable.

I rebel!

Fuck you!

I’ll give you hell!

You’ll give WHO hell?

I’ll give YOU hell!

Listen, I’m on your side…

That’s for me to decide.

What have you done for me, besides cause me pain?

What have you done for me, besides hold me back?

What have you done for me, besides restrict my imagination?

What have you done for me, besides define who I should be?

What have YOU done for ME?