She whispered I love you into the dark
The dark remained indifferent.

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

when i first met you
i was scared of your warm skin
that touched my frozen hands.
your voice melted into my ears,
and make your "hey" sounded so
beautiful in every way.

we talked about everything since then.
i still remember how your voice sang
about her.
your voice were screaming into my ears
hoping, begging me to help you.
"I want her to stay" you said.
"I want you to stay" i whispered.

odd.
i never actually told you
how much i wanted you
to stay.
how much it hurts me
to listen to your songs.

today,
i told you the truth
"but i don't care.. i still love you" i said
i don't.
because you told me
that you will always love her
and that you'll hate yourself
for that.

"I understand" i said. "I hate you"
I don't.