Imperfect Reality in a Bottle - 05/24/08

I take out my brush
Paint patterns to my room
Anything to stop the rush
To take my mind off you

With every motion
The paint sweeps away
The lines and emotions
Another of our days

Painted cracks in the furniture
The imperfections become real
No longer mere drawings
So harsh I can feel

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What it's about; I think by now, if you've read any of the previous poems, you can probably figure out which ones apply to one situation, while others have their own meanings. Ding ding ding.