every boy writes poetry, i'm convinced

they can smear your lipstick like fresh ink,

rip your clothes like college ruled paper,

and sometimes when they are done,

they wad you up like paper into a small ball and dispose of you

some can still feel the stanzas written along their necks

oh, but every girl can sculpt

build you up, chisel you into marble for idolization

watch it get vandalized to the point they have to destroy the art that kept them alive

and then crave for it desperately at the end of the night

reaching their sweaty palms up towards the ceiling,

trying to catch even the hint of dust from dried clay

i've never seen anything quite like it

what a beautiful fate, yet so much of a waste

we are all just artists with muses

to create something so beautiful, but to be capable of throwing it all away