The unwanted piece.

My baby was an artist , he colored my neck purple, and red stains on my lips.

My baby was an artist he painted my world red, yellow, blue, and white, my baby made me the happiest when he colored my life, until one day he decided to mix them together and he made my whole world dark grey. My baby was an artist he colored my body, every inch of it, he left blue and purple marks. My baby kissed places in my body and made flowers bloom there and then he left them die from thirst.

My baby was a smoking artist, he loved blowing his smoke inside my mouth, when i used to ask him why, he said it’s his way to show that he only wants me- and i found that tempting. My baby was a smoking artist, after each blow of his cigarette a vein of mine got poisoned, he kept blowing his smoke inside of my mouth until i got all poisoned.

My baby was an artist he said he wanted to make my heart a piece of art he used his sharpest brush drawing on my heart. He wounded my heart, made it full of scars with his fucked up hands. My baby was an artist, soon he finished his piece of art, his artistic heart said I’m no good and moved to his next piece of art.