Forget what they tell you
About being a masterpiece
You are not art

You are not stagnate beauty,
Nor were you created for the pleasure of others

You were not meant to be marveled at
by the simple minded
Or ridiculed for your every flaw

You are not art

You are wind
Sending chills through the bones
of those in your presence

You are fire
Spitting embers with a coal-coated tongue

You are water
A bubbling stream of euphoric laughter

No, you are not art
You are so much more

The weight of the darkness
poring into the lonely sole
Like a star suffocating in the night sky
I felt myself drifting away
deeper into the endless nightmare
that surrounds my world

The future is a lie put in place by people who want to see us waste our time worrying about it

I wish we could go to sleep
and dream ourselves
into each other's arms.