Wow
Did i do that to you?
Was it my actions tha made you this way?
Or did my obsession
Hide it from my vision
Wow
Where you always this violent
Were the insults that come out your mouth
always this toxic?
Hmmm
Guess i.should of seen it
Your so broken
So lost
That you can't even believe it
Look into the mirror
Or is that still painful for you
Sigh
I wish i could help
I pray for you every night
Can you hear it?
Please
Get better soon
I hate seeing you in pain
Even if it doesn't hurt me like it use to
Im sorry
It took me this long too see
I was blinded by my insecurities
Your 'love' clouded my vision
But sweety
Can you listen?

In another time,
will you still love me?

In another place,
will you still meet me?

In a fleeting moment,
will our stars meet?

I guess I should give up,
knowing you're not there...

I love art
Painting something amazing
To the point that people wonder if it was created for them
They interpret it so personally
So fully
That they wonder what their life truely is
I love art
It's a language of interpretation
What they think you are saying is not what you intended
But you meant it
No matter how someone takes it
It's worth it

I love art
It's pure expression
Taking what you feel and putting it on paper
In a sculpture
In a dance
A song
A poem
Art can't be described by a simple notion
No
It's so complex the artist themselves can't fully grasp it
Taking a tool and learning how to wield it
Creating emotions in something concrete
Capturing love
Or hate
In a single moment
In a Word

I love art
Because in art there are no rules
The opportunity is truely endless
Because what you make doesn't have to make sense
And I figure this
When there is no rules
And you don't need to provide an explanation of your actions
Miracles happen
Freedom is launched into action
Your no longer kept captive

I love art
Addicted to the acceptance
And the joy that comes with it
A legal substance
That gets you hooked and can leave you homeless on a corner trying to sell
Art is as much of a giver
As it is a thief
It takes up your time
Changes your mind
Your personality changes
Art becomes what you breathe
You speak in colors
See in metaphors
Hear in pictures
Taste in imagery
And feel in music
Art isn't exactly freedom
It's just another captivity
One you will never leave

I want to sculpt
Use my hands and create something concrete
Take the monsters out my head and put them in stone
So people will see what I'm dealing with
Create Angels and have them watch over me
I want to sculpt
Take a chisel and find your face in the stone
Carve away at your cheek bones
Create eyes that almost look real
I want to create something that almost looks real
I want to sculpt
Take clay and make my own reality
This time I can truly invite you in
Sculpt buildings taller than the Empire State
And hills longer than the ocean
Create animals
And people to my liking
Create the world over
Spend years making a world where all is at peace
all still
I want to sculpt
But my hands have not yet learned the art
I want to create but the idea isn't truely formed
I don't have a chisel
Or clay
But if I did
If I could sculpt
I would get lost in the clay
Getiing lost in my own reality
Till people start to wonder
If I'm creating the sculpture
Or if the sculpture is creating me

I thought you where a puzzle
With a missing piece

But you where always just the  piece
That i was missing

Youre gone
like a ghost
and you took the best parts of me
but thats my fault
because I used them
to keep you
turn you into a prisioner
the bars were the threatining that I would die without you
I put mines all around you
so if you try to take a step
there will be an explosoin
but I would be the one who died
and my blood would be on your hands
and I thought that was enough to make you
Stay
but you didnt
and the parts of me
that felt
that i straped on to you
you took them
and honestly I didnt think you would
but now im left
alone
with the worst parts of me
You killed me
so you could live
and now its over
its over
**over

I'm lost
honeslty
I have no one who wants me
and I know its cliche
and I know if you where still here you would block me
to try and show me
how immature im being
but im being honest
I'm not going to say I have never been happy
because thats a lie
I have smiled a thousand times
but regret always came directly after
or Im never fully there
I pretending and I forget that the smile plastered on my face
has a depression hidden underneath
and its moment like this
at night when its dark that the mask falls off
and I remeber