Pictures of you pt. II

I am no great artist but I can draw, I can paint. I once painted a drawing. Of you, me, and everyone else. It fits perfectly, I thought, in my bedroom. Until one day, the day I thought the picture was so hideous and broken. All these while, I've been convincing myself to love that picture of us, of everyone else.

There was a day, when I thought you'd be there to complete the drawing, with me. I even thought you were a great artist, the one who can actually paint and draw. But what do I know, you portrayed yourself the way I wanted you to be, not who you actually were. But maybe what I didn't know was, you were just being you. You weren't even trying to portray yourself as an artist. It was me who had mistaken you for a great artist. I'm sorry.

But the drawing I made, it was still hideous. No matter how many times I tried to repaint it, and fix it. It was still hideous.

Maybe one day, I will found a great artist. The one who'd paint with me.