Red

In my mind, I paint these walls red.
In my mind, I give in.


In my vivid imaginations is where I succumb to my demons.

Take me as I am.


Who’s gonna save me if theres no ‘me’ worth saving?


Not my mother.

Not my father.

Not my sister, and brothers.

Not my lover.


In my mind is where I am at peace inside those red colored walls.

In my mind is where I’m controlled by the gun.

The bullets, the paintbrush, painting these walls.

With my red.

My head.

And all that i’ve shed.


I can sense it in the air.

I can feel it in my limbs.


Death is near.


And I welcome it with open arms.

Like a lost friend that I have been looking for all my life.


The ending is soon approaching.


And I’m surrendering in all my fights.

Like a wave drifting me away. 

To the coast of nothingness. 



Another Cheesy Love Letter

Your imperfections are my perfections.
Your flaws are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

A master piece.

A puzzle that creates the beauty that you do not wish to see.


I wish you could see.


I wish you knew

How happy you make me

And sad.


You haven’t the slightest idea of how beautiful you are.

Your face.

Your heart.

Your body and soul.


I wish I had the strength to prove, how every molecule in you is like it has been hand picked by God himself, to create this complex beauty.


Beauty

Beauty

Beauty


The word that sums you up as a whole.

The word that occupies my mind whenever you’re in it.


I wish this was a different time, in a different state of mind.

Where I still had my mind.


I sewed my armor on my skin. 

And I wish I could rip it off for you.

Because you are, and will always be worth every scar.