"Paint that girl deep violet, rushed brush strokes, paint her stormy.Paint her turbulent, terrifying, greedy and grabby; paint her red, paint her lustful, enough is never enough. This girl is charming, this one is weak. That girl laughs too much; yellow, that one not enough; stone grey. This girl is still in love with him; lavender, but this one hates him with everything she has; charcoal. I want you to paint until you bleed and then paint some more, because there is too much of me, because I refuse to fit inside the dimensions of your canvas, because you do not have enough paint to mimic the layers of my baby blue eyes."