You are
a storm
and I am
the sea.

You fuel both
the anger
and serenity
in me.

why?
why did you leave,
when I needed you
more than ever?

how?
how did we become strangers,
when just yesterday we said
we would be running away
from the world together?

when?
when did you decide,
that I wasn't good enough
to help and fix you
like I always used to?

what?
what did I do wrong,
that made you want to leave
and forget me the day after?

where?
where did you go,
after you left me and
why was it more
important than I?

who?
who did you give my heart to,
after you stole it and ran
with nothing but broken tears?

why?*
why did you leave me,
with almost no explanation at all
and why did I ever think
we would truly be forever?

(P.A)

You
use to
comment on how
cold my hands always
were, back when you had
them to hold. I guess when
your heart is of ice, it tends
to somehow show Even in the
small ways, like the heart-to-hand
ice flow.

we lay in bed
and speak to the ceiling
through each other
to one another
and finally tell our feelings
to the placeholders in the walls
to the guilt inside our chests
you were meant for loving
and i am craving it
my arms around you
my mind intertwined in this sweet divide
of where you and i started
of where you and i hide
it's easy to lose
when you face the collide
but darling,
all i've ever wanted
was to be by your side

There is nothing like a sunny day in the month of June,
to chase away some gloom.

She paints a pretty picture

Her favorite color is red

The brush is constantly busy

She paints for hours in her desolate room

So secluded from reality

It drips


Too much paint causes damage to the canvas

This canvas has become a mess

It cannot be fixed

But still she won’t stop


So badly she wants help

She cannot stop painting

Addiction

Paint is everywhere

But it is now mixed with tears

She ruined something so fragile and beautiful


This painting has a twist

Her eyes are swollen

Her tears sting

Too much red


Fragile

Beautiful

Forgotten

Broken


Too much painting

Too much red