If I could paint my dreams

Warm, ethereal colors would dance with blotches of black

An elegant duet across the marble floor of my fingernails

I'd show the world these vivid visions

Waiting to burst and splatter their eclectic entrails

But this same world tears my distress into my denim

And preys on my vulnerabilities, striking with its venom

So today I will write my dreams, and I will write them sincere

Hoping I can one day paint these words on my fingernails

And share my masterpiece without fear