have the force
of a generation

you undress my heart
so delicately
untill I drown
breathlessly
in your embrace


love me as you wish

When you loose a love,
It wasn’t love that you lost,
For it couldn’t have been.

Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art

Losing Myself