My Artist

Sing so sweet to me, love,
Of all the trouble I have caused.
Hum the sweet tune
Of all the treasures you have lost.

The Lyrics will be incomplete
Still it will be just as true and lovely.
A Sad song of how things used to be.
Your eyes will tear up as you sing
And remember it was all for me.

Paint me portraits, darling,
Of a lovely way to die.
Create an image of the way
I forget to breathe when I cry.
Curve the lines
That draw the traces of my tears.
And pick colors
That accent my deepest fears.

Scribble me a note
You’ll slip into my pocket unnoticed.
Crumpled & secretive
Leave me to wonder who wrote this.
Your hand will quiver as you scrawl the words
But lightly so
“Meet me where I feel in love with you.”
… but then I’ll have be no place to go.

Write me poetry
That will be sure to bring tears to my eyes.
Words of all your fake feelings and lies…
Only you get to make them rhyme.

A poem of the lies that might break & bleed
It’ll be something I read
Just to convince myself to believe.
But as soon as I do… you will leave.

Make me a sculpture
Of a girl that hugs her knees.
With deep gashes on her body
In places people are less likely to see.
The stone is cold
Just like the girl’s heart.
Brilliant and bold…
But falling apart.
And a square inch of it
Allows her to love.
And that piece spreads into her veins
But it’s not enough.
When the warmth overcomes me
Whenever you come by
It cracks the stone
Straight down my side.

My love, you were the one to create me, But I must admit…
My favorite part was when you destroyed me, i'm so desperate.

Just don’t write me a letter
Written cruelly and sweetly.
As truthful as possible,
And just as neatly.
A whole page
Designed to Break my heart.
To shred my endurance to pieces
To rip me apart.
You’ll think this was the best way
And all for the better.
Your new special handwriting
Created just for this letter.
The pen pushed down hard,
So the ink is clear and nice.
Each letter sharp
To stab my eyes.

Again I fall straight into you
& your warming arms.
The perfect way to trick me
Into thinking there’ll be no harm.
This is the part where
I scream “What did I do?”
I was second best.
Never first to you.

These words will be
Something I’ll long to forget
But, Baby... your goodbye…
Will be the end of me yet.

I wouldn't dare sleep peacefully
i only cry myself to sleep.
now tell me do you miss me?
you said i was all you'd ever need.

save me... i break... bleed... scream... cry.
i can do all this... but i can no longer bare to wonder why.

please tell me now... tell me aj...
what is there that i can say?
and would it help at all anyway?

I'm just a creation you wish you hadn't made
if i could i would simply carve
with a rust blade
out my very own heart.

oh darling do i dare beg you to forget-me-not?
i know as soon as i'm gone there'll be no second thought.
so take this blade to my wrist
for i already know i wont be missed.