Broken Paintbrush, Broken Girl (#YOWO)
#YOWO
And I loved a girl
with pain etched into her lips
and death written along her soul.
Art poured from her fingertips
and poetry was carved into
her veins, ones filled with
meloncholy and eternal
numbness.
I wanted to be the girl to
kiss her hurt from her soul,
be the paintbrush to extract
her demons, be the pencil
to erase her dark thoughts,
be the razor that took
all her pain away.