A French art students association invited me to draw an illustration for their upcoming book about Futures, so here’s my view on it! You can check their stuff here.
I want to believe it’s all the same guy
You see, that’s the problem when two artists fall in love;
they tear each other apart and pretend that it is beautiful.
And maybe it is beautiful when it starts,
maybe it is beautiful when it starts with red lipstick streaking chapped mouths,
and words swimming under tongues and breaths and cold air expanding between both of your lungs.
Maybe it is beautiful when it starts with 4pm orange juice stains,
spilling inked promises on your bedroom floor that you never dared to speak,
and dreary morning eyes carrying charcoal on the lines of your faces because neither of you will risk blinking in fear that the other will disappear.
But it is no longer beautiful
when you steal words from between her teeth and swallow them like your fifth shot of vodka,
and spew them out three months later on notebooks after notebooks after notebooks after she has already left.
And it is no longer beautiful
when she dips her hands into your wrists like she is trying to piece you back together before she decides to stop loving you,
only to find parts of you lined in blood red paint on empty canvases like her hands have not yet learned to forget you.
You will tear each other apart and pretend that it is beautiful,
and three months later you are still choking on words and her hands still taste like blood.
yeah good grades are cool and all but have you ever had a good night sleep
Shout out to all of the oldest children…who were used as the tester kids and now watch their younger siblings get away with stuff you would have been killed for.. Justice will never be restored