Yellow Paint

Am I not
Just another
Van gogh
Trying to make a statement
But being

These words
Are my yellow paint

My purpose
Is for you
To understand

My purpose
Is to show you
That there isn’t always
In these words

But you see
A hopeless romantic
Instead of a
Broken heart
And mind

Van Gogh
Took his
Yellow paint
And ate it
As a last
Of life

Only for his pain to be
Van Gogh
Never thought
The paint would make him happy
But strove to say
That instead
It would kill him

Am I not
Just another Van Gogh
Being constantly

Being romanticized
For the things
I never could?

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