faded (gone)

you were obsessed

with making me perfect,

painting my figure over

with 5, 10, 20 coats of paint.

the pencil outline

you sketched of me –

complete with erasures, imperfections –

faded behind slathers of vibrant paint

until I was gone.

and you, so obsessed with perfection,

did not notice.

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