Over You

100 words about a girl who's hung up on a guy
(c) Sonya, 2010 – here’s a better photo 

It’s such a fine line between art and vandalism.

When you bombed every wall of my soul

– ‘You and I, babe, we’ll last forever’ –

I carried your murals within me,

Ignorant of their power.

Never mind forever, we didn’t last a year.

But you sprayed your tags in indelible ink

And no other guy has found a way to buff them.

They keep burning within me.

At night, when I can’t sleep,

I revisit your words and marvel at their beauty.

How real they seem

When you never ever meant them.

I should have seen you’re quite the con artist.


Be honest: Have I stretched the graffiti metaphor too far?