The Painter

Erin Rivera
Pick up your brush
and paint the picture for me
paint the picture of when
you decided you could no longer be

No longer be sane
no longer bother to care
no longer want to be around
or just be there

Pick up your brush
and paint me a picture of the world
the world where you thought you ruled
and you tried to ruin a sensitive girl

Paint me that picture
show me what colors you see
paint me the picture and show
where you decided to erase me

Pick up your brush
and paint me the excuses for your lies
paint me the picture
of the haunting look in her eyes

Your picture is done
look on the canvas, the colors black and blue
you'll see all that is left
is lonely, old you

Published by Erin Rivera

I am a military wife, freelance writer and above all, a mommy to four beautiful sons and a beautiful daughter  View profile

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  • Nova Ferrington10/31/2010

    A wonderful tribute to "that man". Fits perfectly ~ the end, especially. What a shame that he did what he did, to all of us. But then again, we wouldn't be who we are now if "he" hadn't been in the painted picture. We just have to use OUR erasers now. Nice poem. Heartfelt and wise.

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