Please,
Do not carve wounds upon your skin,
Do not let your blood spill thin.
Instead,
Carve pain in words upon the sheet.
Pour your sorrow out in ink.

I’ll paint you different colors
Until all you see is red
I’ll allow you conversation
With the voices in my head
They’ll tell you you should ditch me
About all the tears and times I’ve bled
But nothing can compare with the words you never said
The words you never uttered
To the journey you once led
Now all you are is a dream to me
As I lie awake in bed

I lingered longer than I had intended
Observing the painting, mesmerised
Trying to understand, what the artist intended to convey in colours abstract
Each a piece, a part of the artist’s heart
Not that I understood, but it was touching, I tried to grasp
The colours blended, swirled
The brushstrokes long and short
Each told a story, apart
A whirlpool in my eyes swelled
I lingered, longer than I had intended, lost

People look at the blue sky,
The sun shining,
They think its beautiful,
Then the clouds get jealous,
They roll in,
And people look away in disgust,
Then the rain comes,
Because the clouds,
Are crying.