artist

do you feel my brush strokes

as i spread the paint across this page

my art comes in words

and my heart comes in pieces

Because of you.

so i write to dull the pain

to numb the pain

I write so i don’t let go of the pen

and reach for the sword

you chose me and then you chose to leave

so i hope these words 

burn more than the fucking shit

i’m downing every fucking night

because i did not deserve this pain

 

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