art is my life
art is the oxygen in my broken lungs
art is my only way to exist
art is me

i am art

park that car
drop that phone
sleep on the floor
dream about me

i just sat there
i just looked at the ceiling
wishing to see your eyes
because they are stars
that shine brighter
that the brightest stars
in the darkest skies

she's so beautiful when she cries
she's so beautiful when she hides
she's so beautiful when she hurts
and it's a kind of sadness
that is so beautiful,
and it's a kind of sadness
she is addicted to.

i still can feel your touch
on my skin
on my soul

i still can see your shapes
with your sad eyes
with your lovely bruises

i still can hear your voice
with a sound that is only
with your sadness that i can feel

i still can feel you
even if you are
a thousands miles
away
from me.

if you break my heart
i would be
more and more
in love with you
that i am
at this moment

if you  break me
i would be
so sad
that i couldnt
breathe

if you touch me
you would
change my life
like no one
could ever do it

i love
when it rains

i love
when i see the shadows of the sun

i love
when your whispers are all i can hear

but after all
i love *you

i though about you
and me
and only saw a sweet disaster
a beautiful scar in my heart
a nameless story

and i though
it was
*nothing

i became a ghost
and you kept me
alive

i became a broken flower
with burnt petals
and you torn me  away
like
nothing

you only know
what it feels like
when you treat
like
*nothing

and when i see you
i see all i want
but all i have
too