The pain
of the past
had made me
so numb
that I fear
I won't know
the feeling
of being loved
anymore

If you want to leave,
then go
but please
don't come back
because
I can't anymore
be as broken
as when I was
with you

It's 2:00 AM
but I am wide awake
Thinking of
the right colors
to paint
on my empty canvas
Poetry
has been my refuge
It has been
my outlet for creativity,
my outlet for happiness
and my outlet for sadness
It gives me great pleasure
to look for
the right words to say
It is
the manifestation
of my artistry