The blood that is in your veins makes up the paint on my favorite masterpiece.

Megan Hoffman, Staff Writer

You wanted so badly to be marveled at

You sketched on your skin

You painted your hands

And you asked me to put them on display


You worked so hard to be a piece of art

You flooded your veins with watercolors

You put yourself into a frame

And hung it on the wall


You were a masterpiece

A strong piece of canvas wrapped around thin wood

You were crisp and bright and new

But you wanted more


More than I could give you

More than anyone could

You wanted to move on

You hung yourself on the wall

And then you left