i like artists
artists of all kinds
artists of words
artists of colour
artists of thoughts
they're the civilisation
they're the world
they're the visionaries
the children
the lovers
the hearts of gold
an artist is the one with the voice
the radiance of the sun
the summer in your eyes
the lover in disguise
the hurt in the dark
the tears and the smiles
an artist hides deep down
the one who lives in pain and shame
they say artists will never survive
i say artists are the reason we're still alive

My best friend
has a new ring

I fear

this is the beginning
of my lonely feelings

...


oh yes.

ill still wait patiently,

for

him

*to come along

what is beauty?
I have no clue.
but then again
does anyone?

beauty isn't crying yourself to sleep every night
beauty isn't slicing at your own skin
beauty isn't wishing you were dead
beauty isn't skipping meals

this isn't beauty, so
what is?