My face is a canvas

He is the artist

My body is a canvas

He is the sculptor

My mind is a canvas

He is the writer

Sea of worldly whiteness

That I wished to fall into and

Drown

I float motionlessly

As you take from me everything

More than you can hold, than you deserve, than you need

It spills over me, through your harsh, merciful, gentle, cruel

Hands

Make it red

Black eyed (lovely lady)

Tilt me back

My eyes sparkling with gold

I think we are out of gas, my                         

Love

(Why do you think so, sweetheart?)

It is in the deathly darkness

That I see you most clearly

Help me

I’m in love, I think I’m in love

I’m in love, I believe I’m supposed to be in love

I hate that I think and believe I’m in love

I love that I know I hate

It

At least I know

You love me, don’t you?

( Yes, darling. More than you could ever dream of)

I haven’t dreamed in a long long time

Only the stars have reflected on me

Is this what love is?

Purple rings and purpled thoughts

Never ending blush

On my cheeks, hips, thighs

You write on my wall, you sleep in my bed,  you are always here

Are you even real?

 (I want to go home? When is home? Where is home? )

He says he’ll come for me

Don’t (go)

(I love you)

My succulent blood red lips

Pierced by poisonous thorns

Numb everything, everything

But the passionate roses that grow out of it

Out of the cracks in my

(Immaculate)

(Beautiful)

Broken body

(I love you)

I hang on that sole string of love