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On the day I met a painting I couldn’t take home.

I was way too self aware to call it love

I wasn’t sure if it was meant to be admired or taken home

wasn’t sure if i was worthy of either

artists are cruel people

most aren’t even alive to answer for their actions

ill leave the gallery if you leave my head

 

…sold at Christies for 1.5

with a signature on the bottom right corner that turned life

into an endless boulevard of green lights and care free smirks

And on that day, I had 209 dollars in an interest baring account 

that showed no interest in having my back

 

I’m trying to make a good impression here

 

But I had no business in a museum

on this floor

snuck in through the service elevator

service was all i knew, and art

had always seemed like it was for people who had run out of bills to pay

but you

looked back at me as if to say 

today has nothing to do with class

 

im not here to judge

just be nice with your eyes

and calm with your thoughts

we can hang out here for as long as you’d like…

 

but maybe that day, I didn’t feel like being forgiven

maybe I wear my scars the way you wear your oil cracking

maybe i deserve to be the sum of my parts too

I don’t like forgetting my footsteps, I’m scared I won’t know the way home

if I get lost in your world of champagne and raw silk

 

I’m eventually gonna have to go home

and I’d hate for my mother to think I no longer have humble taste buds

 

On the day I met you…I tried to hide my scarred knuckles by never letting go of your waist

I took you to the beach because it was free, and people go there on purpose.

 

I have never met your father

But I assume he wears a hat

Tilted forward

Tilted in a way that says ‘she’s too good for you’

And I left my hat in the car, to make a good impression, but I assume it would nod in agreement

 

How do you pair a girl who wants to end the worlds hunger with a kid who remembers his own

I think it’s great that you know which countries you wanna save first

But I know the names of the people I would save, I’m saving up to save them now.

 

I don’t know which fork is for salad, and which is for shrimp

and to be honest I’ve lost my appetite

every ones glair feels like a cyclone of mirrors and i didn’t come here to be surrounded my myself

not only do i not know the answer…i don’t understand the question.

and i didn’t come here to want to be somewhere else, 

i can do that at home…

your frame alone…is too solid a foundation

for a crooked house boy like me

but i appreciate you being so nice to me, 

 

from your side of the rope.