Two Artists

I mend the fence around my heart.
Once again someone broke through.
Like an artist you covered my blank canvas.
Tagging my heart with unfulfilled promises.
Graffiti showing the beauty of us.
The art of what could and should be.
The image more beautiful than the reality.
Never stood a chance to bloom.
I stare at the piece you created within me.
All we had were words and fantasy.
All I’m left with is the graffiti you left behind.
You hop the fence I’m left to mend.
Piece after broken piece.
I wait for the next one to break through.
Only to mend again.

-Asia Aneka Anderson, Two Artists 2016©