my corpulent heart is shrinking
the skullduggery has really beat me up this time
im still impavid but hurting
limerence
my power house, so weak i might not last this week
ubiquitous hate takes a smoke just to suffocate me
vapid head from education with no imagination
someone save me from this cataclysmic place

my love we have had some wonderful times
being with you i get a taste of your grape vines
juicy and sweet from the very core
drowning ideas from your mouth pour
abruptly dreams flutter around my room
every single one about you not letting yourself bloom
i'm not quite sure why your interest is on her
but i'm confronting this continuous blur
i have loved you from the moment i saw your eyes
just because it was you, i adored all your lies
hearing your pain on a late friday night call
restriction of comforting you makes me ball
for you're my paint, and tonight ill be making you into how i see you
as art as love as beauty as mine at heart, but you have never had a clue

been awhile
since i took a brush and swirled it in paint
a representation of my emotions swirling my brain into mush
each drop of hue into the other is a cataclysmic thought
each one carries the determination of destruction
i mix and let my head do the work
churning, a broken clock
i make something horrendous
death contamination
glass breaking skin
and i wonder
how they see color
on this canvas that pertains to my soul
when all my eyes see is black and white
a wither flower
hidden pain
and a depression unseen
not even
in inevitable hues

i can not help but speak inaniloquently
is this the reason for my cachinnation at the world?
the society is blatherskite to me in everyway
the cerulean is lacking truth due to society's view
why does comminatory slither through our eyes, like the perfect disguise?
i hope for a world of disenthral, without the leading of so much passion withdraw
i do not stand for exsanguine, or the end of our precious humanity

its been awhile
since i took a brush and swirled it in paint
a representation of my emotions swirling my brain into mush
each drop of hue into the other is a cataclysmic thought
each one carries the determination of destruction
i mix and let my head do the work
churning, a broken clock
i make something horrendous
death contamination
glass breaking skin
and i wonder
how they see color
on this canvas that pertains to my soul
when all my eyes see is black and white
a wither flower
hidden pain
and a depression unseen
not even
in inevitable hues

i lost control today
a fool i am, for you flirt obnoxiously in front of my ******* face
i know you do not love me but i still feel pain knowing i will be replaced and that all i am to you is waste of space
sorry for the inconvenience
- a.h.

one mistake and im wilting
all because of the lack of attention and love i receive
always lonely always sad
wanting to be happy but continuous judgement will never make me glad
you call me sneaky but that is due to you being strict
you do not believe in me or acceptance
you make me feel dead inside
sorry for not being enough even when i am at my best

-a.h.