.

I idolized you

my heroine

my heroin

I lived off your

magic, your art

and it became

reverence – worship

pure and simple

and then almost:

an unchecked addiction

but I lived off your

passion, your art

inhaled your

sketches

devoured your

final works

because you were so

humble, talented

but never satisfied

so you cut and

trimmeddietedslathered

and changed your art

(worst of all)

killed the luster

enchantment, allure

compromised yourself

uniqueness, purity

my heroine

my heroin

how far you fell

from my pedestal

to the ground.