"Thank you my heart, for not stopping when he left with a goodbye. You slowed, but, yet, you did not stop."

Your teeth sank in my bare skin
Moans escape my mouth
The raw pleasure of lingering tongue
Pressure on my hips
The taste of your lips
Oh! The wonder of love

This heart of mine is made of bruises caused by my own misperception. Although, I admired the transition of colors caused by every blow it took; crimson to indigo, indigo to ebony.
From every swing of frustration, every punch of trials, every flame of chaos, and every stab of deception left my heart beaten and exhausted.
I believe my heart died a long time ago.
Along with the other parts of me I used to have.
It was too damaged for me to try and save it.

I was too focus on you that I didn't notice that I was getting lost.

Her voice might be small but her words are lethal. It's not about how loud it is but about what is said.

Depression will stay inside of you, it will be a part of who you are, and it will be an extension of your soul.*
*So you have to learn to live with it.

Everyone is an art.*
We paint ourselves with different colors, shapes and meaning. We are like art we can be interpret from different point of views. And we are great artist because we evoke emotions from our audiences. If we let them see anger and violence they might feel scared and when we you show them weakness and shame they will mock and taunt us. If we let them see an astonishing part of ourselves they might fall in love.
*People are artist and their soul is their masterpiece.

"You're making this hard for the both of us!" He shouted.
"Making it hard? I'm making it easy," She turns around. Tears streaming down her face. "Leave me." She whispered.
The rise and fall of their chest. The way the wind blew through window curtains and the way they stand distant from each other. It's a moment they share in pain and passion.
"I don't want to ruin you," She says in stifle sobs.
"Baby, you already did," He took one step forward. "The moment I touch you, I know I was done for."

They don't know that she mars her skin with cuts until blood oozes out the poison so she can feel clean again.

I'm in love with you
but
You look at me in disgust!
when all I do was show you,
show you how much I love you!
Show you through my scars that you find horrifying,
you find me scary
you see my love as psychopathic
I bleed and scream for you
You will never understand the things I'll do for you
since
you never listen,
you never care,
you never stare
so if I can't love you!
No one can.
No one will.
*I will taint you with my blood and love.