Art is supposed to be beautiful My mind is far from that Memories and dreams mix together It was far too much to look at
Blades and apologies Water bottles and gum Anything to pretend Anything to be numb
Creating a person Made out of emptiness Morphing myself into a human Because God knows I wasn’t one
Blonde bits of hair Tears of despair Long letters with kisses Flowers for your stitches
I never forgot the look on your face When I told you what I’d done Regret and disappointment Fear and uncertainty I hate for you to see me Your face painted lovingly
I’m more than a mess More than a dumspterfire But I’ve been broken every now and then And through the darkness I’ll find a way to be pure once again
these two poems I just posted (this one and Remembering Her) are the first poems I've written in a while. I've been in a poem writing mood I guess. (the "poem writing mood" being an insane depressive episode)