I didn't want to talk to you, I really tried to ignore you and yet you decided to conquer me, and the worst thing is that you succeeded. Now what if after a few months you replaced me and ignored me?
You used to paint me under the moon but you gave the same painting to her thinking I wouldn't notice. It was no surprise for me to learn that that painting was neither her nor me, but a simple generic painting that I now doubt you are the author of. And even though I now know what kind of person you are, I am still waiting for you to paint me, still waiting for the day you talk to me. I want you to tell me that the painting is me, I want to know that I was your inspiration and that every time you see it you remember that night under the moon, listening to music in the middle of the forest.
I know it's been many years and no, I don't want you back I just want to know the truth. I want to stop feeling like a fool every time I paint. Because yes, you taught me to love art and now every time I pass a brush over the canvas I think of that generic painting. I've tried to replicate it but internally I know it's not the same because you're not around, because I know that just like you, that painting already belongs to someone else.
Photography by Erik Wetsoe