I Hate Art

I hate art because of him

I hate every painting, sculpture, and drawing I see

They all bring back memories of art galleries

And art shows

And his sketch book

And the times he would draw me things

Or just draw me

They all bring back memories of him

And they all make me sick to my stomach

And the saddest part is

He doesn’t even realize how much he destroyed me

He doesn’t realize that he made me stop believing in fairy tale endings

My life is no longer a colorful abstract painting

It’s just a dull still life of an empty pathway

And maybe I’ve just become an empty canvas

Maybe he stole my beauty to use as his own

All I know is

I hate art because of him