I kept waiting and waiting and waiting around like a half built sculpture in your studio, waiting for your hands to put life into me. I watched as the rust crawled over your chisels, the webs decorating your walls and the door left unopened. I waited as the dust danced in the sunlight creeping in through the pocket sunroof,before they covered me like a worn out trench coat,bare feet and mauve lips.

I waited as the paint dried by, the water unchanged and brushes never swayed and bristles stuck together like my heart to you in a stricken arrow. I bled through the canvas to keep it alive ,gave my breath to preserve the feeling. But you watched me as my skin turned gray and eyes darted around to a full stop.