beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display

I guess you could call it poetic how by the age of 12 I had no recollection of what happiness tasted like on my tongue. Some would say it was tragically beautiful.
But it was not poetic, nor was it beautiful,  but it was tragic. It was so very, very sad, and that sadness is only doubled now that people see sorrow as glorious.  It is not glorious. It is not strength. It is a lump of iron in your chest and stomach and it eats you from the inside, out and you have no right to think that blood stained wrists are anything other than tragic. So very,  very tragic.

You're always with me,
Through sorrow and pain,
Through the warmth grasp of your hand,
My darling, you sustain.
I'm hiding something intimate,
Something no one should know,
You'll trust me, my beloved girl,
In any way, we shall go.
You're in my arms,
Always and forever,
I'm holding you my girl,
You are beyond wise and clever.
The deep concern I feel,
When you're not with me,
I'm irrational and upset,
I'm as depressed as can be.
I love you my dear,
We'll always be together,
Even though you may not be here now,
You're in my arms forever.

drenched in a blanket of flames
burning in the unforgiving immolation of disappointment
I reach out into the vacant space before me
through the embers I see scorching eyes
held in place by their own blistering inferno
imprisoned by the flames which hold them within
crying out as all which was cold within me burns
those eyes of compassion, love and jealousy
watch as the fire engulfs me completely

She is pretty and bright
She laughs at the jokes
And she sings along

She goes on hot dates
She makes the guys drool
And she is all too alluring

She is funny and sweet
She is a pleasure to meet
And she is liked by plenty

She plays and she smiles
She is supportive and kind
And she holds anyone's hand

She winks at the boys
She is flirty and fun
And she hides it very well

She weeps when there is no one to see
She does things no one would believe
And she screams at herself obscenities

She claws at her skin
She fears she'll give in
And she has no one to tell

She hates her reflection
She knows she's unworthy
And she'll never be released

She drinks too much in silence
She cuts a couple fresh wounds
And she wonders when it will stop

She's an addictive personality
She's addicted to bleeding
And she wishes someone would see