Paint me fragile
like a spider's web:
hang me with dew
and let the wind blow through me.
Trace my strands coarse-fingered,
catch me on rough edges.
I'll be the tatters on your sleeve,
I'll be the thoughts you can't get clean.

Paint me fragile,
but you made me
strong enough to bear a grudge.
Hide in the dark and hope the colours fade.
Paint me broken,
'cause it's all you know how to create.

Paint me precious
like a broken glass:
fill me with wine
and your refracted expectations.
Catch the light and
watch me seep through the cracks
Snatch your hands away,
but it's too to late: they're already stained.

Paint me fragile,
but you made me
strong enough to bear a grudge.
Hide in the dark and hope your colours fade.
Paint me broken,
try to cover up the mess you made.


I'm the lace spun from the web you tore
I'm the stained glass window from the
shattered pieces you left on the floor
I'm the doll made from the rags you threw away.

Paint me precious
Paint me fragile
Paint me broken
Paint me ragdoll
Paint me anything
but what you made me,
'cause i am pretty.
Just you watch me being spinning dizzy.
Just you stay the hell away from me,
'cause i won't be what you have made me.
Watch the paint dry,
crack and crumble;
fall away and leave me pretty
fragile.