Do you really think you can fall in love?
You tell yourself that lie
You date, you play, you fall for people
But love? Don’t be silly.
You can’t even love yourself.
Stupid girl, how many will you deceive,
How many people will you corrupt,
Change what “Love” is to them
Just because you can’t find it yourself.
You are weak. You need others don’t you?
You need them, but they’d be better off without you
Well, wouldn’t they?
Say it. Tell them how little you’re worth.
Tell them how you use them to survive,
To feel wanted, and how you want to love them
But you don’t. No matter how hard you try.
Wanna know why?
You can’t fall in love because you don’t deserve too.
They need better than you.
You don’t love, you don’t know the meaning of the word.
So, I’ll ask you again.
Do you really think you can fall in love?

There she stands,
covered in paint,
admiring her work.

Her feelings.
Her thoughts.
Her.

She is her art.
She is the blue overlapping with the dark purple.
She is the light pink mixing with the red.

She is her art.
She is art.
I am she.
I am art.
WE are art.

roses are red
night is dark
writing this poem
hurts my heart

shaky sobs
like violets, i'm blue
i'm wondering
why i ever loved you