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)