You have Spots

an insight to pain from art utensil perspective.

You have spots and I cannot clean them.
You have spots, they are not lines, they are not dots.
You want them away, you may be desperate.
You have spots I may be the culprit
You have spots and blotches and a hole.
You have a mess; I made it on your soul.
I have scissors and I have paint.
I cannot create, I can only taint.

I do not have paper. I do not have glue.
I have scissors, I have paint, I have you.

I tainted and painted and left you with holes.
I cannot fix cars, bikes or souls.
I tried and I cried but I cannot mend.
You turned and you twisted and let yourself bend.

I do not have paper. I do not have glue.
I have scissors, I have paint I do not have you.