I'm a poet, and I LOVE WRITING POETRY.

   My boyfriend loves me so much that he lets me take bubble baths
   While He threatens my life with ELECTRICITY.
   He tattoos his LOVE on my body with the imprints of his fists
   And the brute strength of teenage angst.
   Do I love him for it?
   My boyfriend is an ARTIST.
   He's brilliant.
    I'm his living BARELY BREATHING sculpture where
   He has chipped away my jagged edges....
   And clipped my Blue Jay Wings.
       
    I am his CREATION
    His PRESENTATION to the world except-
    The bruises to my heart are safely
    Tugged
    Not branded on my sleeve
     I'm his purple-hearted girl.
 
     I never tire of the empty sentences
     And WHITE CANVAS stares
     Because that's what I anticipate
     Every night at dinner.

     I practice my flinching at the shadows
     That bare his face
     Because he's a FALLEN ANGEL.