You could draw an emotion,
You could capture a lie,
Why, then, aren't you seeing the pain in my eyes?

Your fingers like a pianist's,
Slender and strong,
Muscles conditioned by pencil, not song

Your pictures reflecting,
My innermost thoughts,
And yet not perceiving this battle I've fought

I ache not to touch you,
You're placid and calm,
While blood-studded crescents dapple my palms

A word can undo me,
Can sever the rope,
That holds me together and helps me to cope

I hope you find someone
Whose love is as raw,
As the feeling that consumes me from watching you draw

I hold back the waves,
As emotions you paint,
You deserve better, and better I ain't

I turn to the door,
I can't make myself stay,
While you sit, oblivious, drawing away.