Runaway Artist

Everyone laughs at me

for drawing a rose on your nose

with your parents right behind me.

They call me crazy

for writing poetry on your arms

in my dreams. No one believes

that I'll ever make it anywhere

if I am impulsive

and my work

is washable.


But your chest

is perfect for whipped cream

portraits and your tongue is

the most comforting pen

I've ever known.


Everyone laughs.

They call me crazy.

No one believes

 that I'll ever make it.


So just you watch

with love on my side

and ink in my veins


I can do anything.