I’m a ‘spatterer’

I’ve always wanted to be to able to draw,
sketch,
paint,
I’ve always felt envious of artists;
I can never tie the perfect braid,
my winged eyeliner is a a straight line and my nails,
are gooey gobs of colour.
I, once made chocolates from scratch,
he refused to eat them, he said they looked “unappealing”
(They were delicious, Trust me, I know,
I was the only one who ate them)
Slicing an apple, taking clay out of a mold,
You name it, I mar it.
I’ve never iced a cake but if I do,
it’ll be nothing but a big sugary blob;
My mom calls it having a neat hand, Precision,
Anything I do is all but neat,
Aesthetic;
I am more of what I say a “spatterer”
Let it flow,
splash,
drop,
get up.

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I've been writing poetry since I was a kid and my poetry is without fail a description of things that matter, to me. I pretend to not like love poetry. I have an insane love for popcorn!

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