i swirl in van gogh.
i am charcoal stains
on blue,
a smile of barbed wire
for the painter,
i am mona lisa, true.

monet, he paints me
calm waters,
water lilies floating
in solitude,
he doesn't see
the fire sprouting
in my veins.

picasso cannot stain
my heart with colour,
magritte cannot
create a masterpiece
out of my eyes.

to be immortalized
i beg in pink
lick the brush
and paint myself
alive.

end my days
in escher,
sketch myself
out of the stairway,
into the globe.

throw myself
at deaths eye,
kiss the canvas
rotten, ******,
*pretty.

He repeated the words
"No one will ever love you"
so many times
that I started to believe him,

and I'm in need of constant
reassurance that I'm safe
because everything he did
plays on repeat in my head,
and I feel as if
I never really escaped it at all.

I got so used to
holding my breath in his presence,
I don't think he noticed me
fading away.

-k.w//Fading

I wake up drenched in sweat.
A nightmare haunts my mind.
I just saw every one of my fears,
Flash right before my eyes.

I watched as I wasn't there to fight for and protect you.
I listened to your screams as I couldn't comfort you.
I wept as I saw myself turning my back on you.
And my heart broke as you moved on without me.

I woke up, with great terror in my heart.
I vowed that these nightmares would never be.
I swore that nothing would ever tear us apart.
And that you'd never have anything to fear from me.