she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.

your intensity brought out the wild flowers

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

Life
                                                            ­    has
            a
                       funny
     way
                                           of
                                  
                                ruining

      
                                                      Lives.

Anticipating to see the light
I overlooked the darkness
but moonless primes offered stories
where even sunshine couldn't battle.
©shadeofalonelygirl