I cut myself
With the razors
Of your beautiful smile.

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

You abandoned me when I was low,
Said I needed to remember my problems were my own.
You thought I didn't know that
I was reminded everyday...
When I woke and your weren't with me...
When I slept and your weren't there...

I know you must have forgotten me,
I doubt that you even cared...
But if you ever read this,
there's one thing I'd like to share.
I know now my problems are mine,
I struggle with them everyday.
But now I tell no one,
Because I cannot deal with losing anyone ever again...

Hey!
You, yes you,
The one looking for love.
Searching, scavenging,
every opening and cavity,
shifting perspectives from high to low.
From sea to sea, coast to coast,
textbooks, blogs, looking for an explanation,
Why have you not found her?
Where could she be?
For you won't find her,
simply because there is no "finding" necessary.
She's been there the whole time.
You think of her as your friend,
but she knows of you as more.
Open your eyes man!
Just look around, stop your despair,
What if she's already there?

Don't you ever tell me that you've loved me, because i know you never did.