eighteen
flowers on your car
poems in my journal
the blue of your eyes
your smile in the moonlight
my taurus sun

see us dancing
the moment I hear
any upbeat melody

if the universe would grant me one thing…
i wish you loved me again
like before,
like the first time i offered you sunflowers,
when your eyes locked onto mine,
when you loved me // the most.

my heart
is a vessel
a gift from heaven
buried in abyss.

love contains an
insurmountable magic
unraveling fervent griefs
and
you are all what is left.

Your smile is fake
but no one knows
Your pain does not
show
You laugh too much
they judge you for it
But they don't see  
your pain
You're good at faking
you have been for
awhile
You've been through
some things no one else
has been through
Which makes it hard to smile
Faking is the way to go
So no one will ever know

As the rose-colored spatter
ran across the wall
This genius in budding
felt no remorse at all
Possessed by a craving
for a special shade of red
to complete the special masterpiece
that had always been in his head
He dipped his brush into some blood
that had spilled upon the floor
His masterpiece might have to wait
The police are at the door

i wouldn't say that i miss you
but sometimes
when a small memory of you and i plays in my mind
i notice

maybe the colors were always a little brighter with you around