Crayon Art Poem by Justin Houseman

That person loves me, loves me not,
Loves me, loves me not. I drop the
Petals one by one like crayons.
I am the crayon and the crayon drawing,
Cut into puzzle pieces and put in disorder.

I am the puzzle, and
You don’t need to put me together
Because you see the big picture.

We cannot both be confused.

I am the wax that smears because
A crayon is never sharp enough.
I melt with the heat like a candle.

You pulled out the wick.

I burn and I burn and I burn.
It’s all outside my body, but
I feel the heat melting me away.
I burn and I burn and I burn
Under a mighty blue water.