Go ahead
Break my heart

Take everything I am
Because
I already know this is going to hurt

Smash me into a million pieces
I don't care

I'd rather be broken
Than without you

The sound of the windchimes,
I find so divine,
It feels like you're mine,
Every morning I wake up,
I breathe the words you speak,
Feel your pulse and the blood seep,
It makes my heart skip a beat,
I feel like holding on to you forever,
And never letting go !

my journal was dedicated to you
a proclamation of
how i adored your smile
how your touch set me on fire
how every minute spent together left me craving
more and more and more of you
rushed scribbles
describing how your eyes searched my soul
and left me wanting nothing more than a look at yours
filled every empty space
my ink bled your praises
line upon line quote the love you claimed
pages were filled with promises you made in a drunken state
my journal was a tribute to you
a celebration of you
a monument
to you
and yours didn't even mention my name

I'm better off without you
I'm really starting to see
Now that time has past
I've dried my tear soaked sleeves

I thought you were my angel
What a cunning disguise
Turns out you were my demon
Crippling my mind

So thanks for the memories
But I'm finally moving on
It seems that to catch my breath
I needed you gone

The madness roars inside me once more
like a ghost hiding behind the door.
I am in the Asylum at Saint Remy again
A prisoner put there by my raging brain
The nights are the worst screams of pain
manifested in the minds of the insane.

I have to paint to set my mind free
To let the madness flow out of me
from the tip of my brush In vivid hue.
I see the color of violet blue
Inside my brain in my dreams
beautiful blues in floral schemes.

In the small garden area outside my room
I see a group of iris in full bloom
I search for blue in a shaft of sunlight
I see my vision It is a group of irises
on the pathway this scene is right

The picture forms inside my head
The hues of blue will ease my dread
The bright orange marigolds cheer away  my fears
Catching dewdrops reflections like golden tears
The glow of the iris deep cobalt hues
Pointed and perfect, satisfying needs of blues

Lost in my transcription my madness fades
I think this painting has beautiful shades
The only sanity I can find in here
In this turmoil I am thinking clear

It is finished now for all to see
People are asking this of me
Why there is a single white iris all alone
in all the violet ones just white as stone.
They cant understand it but I can
It is different yet alike all the others,
and so lonely just as I am

The worst pains
are worse than
the best pleasures
are good

I am that girl,
That girl who is afraid.
I am that girl,
Who is afraid of girls,
Girls like me.

You are a toxic
A myth I created
Nothing but desire
Get out
Leave
My mind implores for more
But my soul knows
Shuns every possibility
It's just an illusion it says