Painting

Painting over the past with intentions of a clean canvas
Covering yourself in thick strokes of lies applied by brushes kept unclean
Hung with more support than this fragile wall should give
Holding on dearly to a depiction I believed to be you
Until time revealed fabricated pieces that began to chip away
Now jagged and flakey I’m left with your true portrait
Held onto by nothing as this rusted nail in my chest finally breaks