Clouds on the moon paint shadows through my window spilling onto the painting on my wall.

Engraved, a basket of flowers thrown to build peace and end wars sprayed on a bright white wall

Slivers of the light refract lines evenly spaced. 

Oddly tight are the breaths that move up my heart. 

Impartial thoughts push out my art,

Inspired by pain earned by me pushing apart

The fake friends who draped me in stains ever dark.

I'm a product of abandonment.

My trust issues scramble me.

So, go, leave me alone,

And let me abandon me.

My life is a comedy,

So, I can’t take you down with me

And make it a tragedy.