We Were Talking About What We Both Like. There Was Little In Common But We Both Liked Cuddles And Kisses.

We were talking about what we both like. There was little in common but we both liked cuddles and kisses. I asked if we could hold hands, you said no. I said please, you said no. Little did you know, my heart broke a little.

He must have seen our souls and thought let's intwine their fates. He must have us together and thought let's rewrite their fates. They must have seen us apart and thought let's fill them with spite and hate.

We may be apart my love but I could never hate you, at least not when you were mine.

Sometimes they don’t love you, they just love the way you love them.

The Painting

"I love you, you weirdo"

I looked with love as I told you. In a world of grays, you were my pallette of paint. Your stupid habits. Your weird jokes. I loved all of it. I was an empty canvas and I let you paint me. You kicked my easel without a care.

I watched as you continued on. You didn't say it. You didn't say it back. I felt embarrassed. I turn red. My canvas of blood, anger and hatred. I turn green. I turn blue. I turn purple. I paint myself of you. Your truth.

Tired. Tired. Tired. Third time's a charm. I laugh. Humourless. I paint myself over you. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. A new story.

I paint myself of me. My truth. I turn pink. I turn white. I turn turquoise. I am colour. I am blank.

I am me.

My truth.

My painting

I paint myself of me.

JUNGKOOK for VOGUE KOREA

Paint me like a renaissance art 🎨