Sonnet

Love is an art that is mastered by few

Who are loyal and cherish their canvas.

They can bring colour wherever they choose-

True love is a rare, beautiful practice.

They paint their love with pink, blooming roses

Or on a hill, gazing at the heavens.

Paintings filled with romantic proses-

Love, an unattainable possession.

See, I have been loved by someone before.

She gave no loyalty or care to me.

Her palette was as dark as her core-

I felt no such love that artists decree

She painted bare rose bushes, primed with thorns.

On me, she painted with blacks, blues, and reds.

The only freedom I had was to mourn

For my old life and the safety I had left.

For five months, I stayed within her restraints-

And to this day, her love still leaves me drained.