i'm not afraid of heartbreak anymore-
if I do wind up having every inch
of my sanity taken and my heart shattered
I wouldn't blink.
Although my body would tremble
under the crippling weight
from the pressure of your absence
I would pick up my pen
and the blood pumping through my veins
would spill out before me onto a blank page
finally filled with everything I've never said to you.

You can break my heart and I won't blink.
I will harness that pain in my heart
and turn it into something beautiful and painful.
I will cry into a page left weathered with my emotions
but I will pick myself back up and realize that this is art.
You have always been my muse..
and it would be a pleasure
to have my heart broken by you.
To me, you've always been beautiful
even when you weren't on paper.