i can see the beauty
people, colours, and tin cans
rusted in a heap
brighter berries than before

only you see something
else - nobody else saw
some small beauty
in me

written last year

i would paint you a world
that i could love you in
without the distraction of me

but my talent goes only
to watercolour trees
and smudged pencil trees

i would sketch a self portrait
to make you think i'm perfect
and then maybe you could love me

but i can only do so much

what do you do in your spare time?