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

another day,
another you.

i hate being okay
because okay is not happy
but okay is not bad enough for anyone to care

you're a work of art.
not everyone will understand you
but the ones who do
will never forget you.

they told me to pour my heart into everything i do
so that's what i did
i poured and poured and poured,
now they ask me why i'm so empty
when i was just doing what i was told.

Title, Poem, Notes.

Me and you,
I love you,
A poem you'll never read.