You subconsciously painted me for so long,
that when it was no longer your job,
I took back my paint brush and continued the deed for you.
My color scheme only resembling death and sadness,
and I realized I don't want to paint anymore,
so I threw my canvas on the ground,
only to find that it tore.
I've damaged my canvas, and this time it's because of me.
I did this to myself.
How could I be a work of art
if you weren't the one who was painting me?
How could such an artist just leave his masterpiece,
just leave his half done project in the dust?
What was the point of trying to recreate your piece,
if I was already so ****** up?
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
That day you picked up that paint brush,
and splattered all of the blacks,
the grays,
the blues all over me.
You painted until there was none of me left,
I was completely covered,
but see you thought you were simply protecting me from you
when in reality you were ruining
me.
and I wasn't going to stop you.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
You helped me see the world with color,
when everything around me seemed to be gray.
My laughter I heard that didn't mean anything for a long time
finally had a purpose.
And I promised myself
that I wouldn't let you control the colors that were
painted on my canvas.
But the thing is,
I handed you the paintbrush,
waiting to see what beautiful thing you would draw for me,
and beautiful it was.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
I thought
that our story would
never have an ending,
and that's not a lie,
this love story
that we've created
is an eternal
cycle of me,
loving you
and you,
loving her, then me.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
This is what you see when
you look through the eyes
of the broken,
the red dripping down
nobody around
you feel tears
on your cheeks
this goes on for weeks
you put a smile on your face
just for a few hours
and you listen to them call you a coward
you think of all of the words that
have gone unspoken
this is what happens
through the eyes of the broken.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
I try to move on
But,
When I see him
all I can think about
is you
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
The day we never spoke
was the day that I cried
I thought of all the sweet lies
and suddenly it felt like
i was no longer alive
i would remember all
of the times
that we had shared
when I actually thought
you were the one who cared
and then I realized that
I would never compare
to the one that you will now tear.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
The day we spoke
was the day I smiled
I looked at you and
I saw something
I hadn't seen in a while.
It was that smile
that I loved so much
and suddenly
I craved your touch.
You became my world
that I learned to love
I would dance and twirl
I became another girl
we would talk all night
I would lose track of time
thinking about what
has really become mine.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
You tell me you're sorry,
that you apologize
that I have to know those
rumors were lies
I take one look into your eyes
and all of the pain
that I was feeling dies
people ask why
I forgive so easily
I say, it's because
I hate goodbyes.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
you used to tell me
to look up at the stars
that it will fill
my heart with joy,
that it is so beautiful,
while you were looking up
smiling at those stars,
i couldn't seem
to keep my eyes
off of you.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC