I consider myself an impression of art....
Not the art you see in the museum's or the galleries
But the ones left unfinished and imperfect
The blank end of the canvas
The absence of completion
I am each erased line, the unsteady brushstrokes, and every mistake that leads to the Masterpiece.
I'm a work in progress

I will sit and light this cigarette
Smoke burning in my eyes so I have an excuse to cry
It's a habit you had me quit
But now that you've quit me
I needed to find something familiar again

I can't run from the pain of loving you, I have come undone once again.
I want you so badly that I'm willing to compromise on who I am for you to be more interested in me
Tell me life is beautiful and I'd believe the lie, as long as it were spoken through your lips
Tell me the world is purple and I would look through eyes of lilac petals
I was overly in love entirely too quick I happily broke my back to pick you up from the ground each time you fell
But when I faltered, when my steps became unbalanced when I stumbled to the floor
You kept walking without a second glance, taking a new hand to hold you up

Love, is the only cures that we wish upon ourselves every single day.

I'm the same as anyone else, I smile,I laugh, I go to work.
People around me see a friend, happy and excitable
I'm the same as anyone else.
As the hours go by, my smile fades and my laughter becomes quiet
Dragging myself down for sleep I lie in bed as the aching dread begins to surface
I'm the same as anyone else
I feel the flooding shadows of what use to be
When you were lying next to me
Our bodies intertwined
Legs pretzeling together
Arms wrapped around each other like boa constrictors
Heaven could not have been closer
Or so I believed...
Did I hold you too tightly?
I wonder if I backed off would you have been relieved?
Did I say I love you too soon?
I only said it because I ment it
But you couldn't handle the pressure
Of our relationship so you
Twisted and contorted
Wriggling your way out of my arms and into another's who wont EVER be able to you hold properly
Does he know that you love the smell of lilac but Purple Orchids are your favorite?
Will he fully appreciate how beautiful your eyes are when you are just about to fall asleep?
Will he notice how your nose scrunches up when you really smile?
How your ears turn red when you get embarrassed?
Will he play connect the dots with your freckles?
Or count each one with a kiss?
I'm the same as anyone else.
I wish I was unique in this, I hate to know that others have experience this same thing
......
I'm the same as anyone else.

You stand victorious, the crowd cheers your name.

The sound, like a wave upon the shore.

You walk, the broken lying around you like fallen branches.

Flashes of the battle that just ensued.

You were surprised it lasted as long as it did.

But as the dust settles you think to yourself "How the hell did I survive..... again?"

Love is the only cures that we wish on ourselves every single day