Written By Nova

and am in need of an artist

to paint over the messy red lines

I left in wake of my mistakes.

But I fear

no artist will touch me

because I’m not

a happy little accident.

For not even Mr. Ross

could take my red

and create a sunrise.

she ruined everything?

Killed my joy

and stole my hope

til the stars no longer shined,

and the sun stopped rising.

The world lost its color,

drained dry of beauty…

because of her,

the one in the mirror.

she ruins everything.