I hope I don’t run into you
I’m just about done
Touching up all those discolored patches
You left me with
I painted each stroke with such detail
Delicately, with pride
Only for you to spill primer all over
This canvas and you knew it
Looking back as you walked away
Emotions melted together
Colors running
Like you from the situation
The masterpiece became a work of heart
Dripping with unapologetic mistake
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