Light pours out of you in waterfalls
You are dripping with it
Leaving puddles of brilliance in your wake
Most people are blinded by it
But I am drawn to the light
Like a moth to a flame

I am an artist and words are my medium. I can write you any feeling you please. The feelings are splattered all over me like paint. You can’t see, but I’m covered in them. If you prefer, I can speak you a masterpiece instead? Like a sculptor I can twist words into whatever lie you’d like to buy.....

I’d rather you throw words at me like rocks than use your tongue to forge chains

Love is not the beautiful
                 fairytale I was told
It is crazy highs and lows
                  that leave me dizzy and sick
I am laughing and crying
                   and on my knees
It fills me and empties me completely
                   and I am so tired

And when I met you
       I had no idea
That all the seemingly small moments
Would collect like raindrops in a storm

        I didn’t event stand a chance

Swept away

         But ,oh, the ride was beautiful

You all say such nice things to me
Such pretty empty words
Paint me beautiful with compliments
But underneath all the colors run together
And it’s just a mess
Keep your sweet words
Give me something real
I am drowning and you are throwing flower petals at me