She doesn't keep to herself
She has trusted alot of people in the past
And so many of them switched up
So stop knocking
Her walls are up
All her doors are locked
She's not letting anyone in

She cried out loud as he pulled out her heart
Leaving a gaping hole in her chest
Not caring about the pain she felt
Breathless, she fell on her knees
Sobbing, she watched him walk away with her heart
And with that she whispered lifelessly under her breath knowing he will still hear her, "You called it love,I called it pain."

We were all just blank canvases
And God is the painter
He painted us
Each one a different shade of beautiful
The world is like an art gallery
Because we are all art

She listens to music
Because sometimes, she just wants to listen to something other than the voices in her head

I write about you
But you do not exist
I don't even know you
But I wish to meet you

Writing poetry feels like putting my emotions out in the open and stripping my soul naked