Painted Pictures

My mind is an artwork tainted by the brush of love's cruelties. This whole year I have tried to cover up the past, the messes and mistakes permanently stained on the canvas. They say a great artist can cover up these mistakes, but alas I am no great artist. No matter how many layers of paint I use to try and cover up these mistakes, they are still there, hidden underneath... waiting for time to wash out the layers and reveal them. I feel them peeling away faster and faster...I tried using these mistakes to make something else from them, thus creating an illusion into a vision once so clear in my head and now... reenvisioned changing the way I saw things originally in my mind. A picture of a happy home...now cracking underneath. As time grows nearer to dry this nearly picture perfect painted home, I find myself clawing away at the layers... back to the way things were, back before all this happened... These paints are fresh... staining my fingers... I realize as I keep clearing away this newly painted picture... these mistakes buried underneath have dried into the canvas a long time ago. This was not how I imagined it to be...