I didn't think,
I could be okay.

I didn't believe,
I could be happy.

I didn't wish,
For someone new.

I didn't want,
To move on so quick.

I didn't have,
The the strength to carry on.


I didn't know,
You were the answer.

This is one small step for man, one giant nut for mankind

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