only after you 

did i understand 

the need for sorrow in creation 

the reason why theres pain in paintings 

Paintings

there once was an intriguing picture on the top floor 

as time passed, out came its flaws 

they fill the frame 

they taint the canvas 

this could be due to us being careless 

or too oblivious 

for i cannot see the masterpiece 

anymore 

 art without pain 

will just be any other thing

i need you more than you need me 

isnt that plain enough to see 

youre my core that holds everything together 

while im just like any another 

maybe i cling on to quickly 

thinking about it makes me sickly 

Hope

“what do you do when your world is taken from you? what do you say when things dont go your way? How can you move on when you are this torn?”

Nothing sucks more than feeling at a loss. Nothing hurts more than losing everything you cared for. But like most things, this feeling is temporary. The dark clouds may roll in and fill up the sky, the hurricane will uproot all that you’ve built. the winds may snatch all the optimistic feelings. it may leave a trail of destruction. All you can do is pick up the pieces. All that is left is the hope that it will all be better. But whats the point in rebuilding if you know another storm is coming? Another disaster is on its way. We do it because its the only thing we can do. We cant just give up. We cant just call it quits. We will keep fighting. Because thats what keeps us alive. this thought that the sun will come up again. The soaked ground will dry up. Life will go on. The best thing is knowing that there are people around to help yo along the way. 

My sky

Hello my dear 

please know im always here 

i know you’re hurting right now 

i want to help you but i dont know how 

you may feel your life falling apart 

all because of your broken heart 

you are lost 

you are confused 

the clouds have come by 

it fills up my bright blue sky 

the dark grey blocks of depression 

but you’re good with suppression 

you may not know what to do 

you may not know who you are 

you may have just lost a big part of your life 

but do not indulge in strife 

i want to help you get back up 

evaporate all the doubt 

you are kind, generous, sincere, sensitive 

you shouldnt drown in what ifs 

your ground may be caving in  

but the sky will still be here, as it always been 

Losing

loss is an acquaintance of mine 

After each an encounter, 

it leaves me begging for more time 

you say you will stay forever 

it doesnt matter what we got 

its taunts haunts my thoughts 

people come, people go 

soon you’ll just be another person i no longer know 

separation makes you a stranger 

what comes afterwards, puts me in danger 

a trapdoor to nowhere

alone; neither here nor there 

you may be just a friend 

but darkness is my mistress from The End 

I want you to drunk text me. I want you to think about me. Please fucking think about me sometimes because the only thing I do is think about you
(via bl-ossomed)
Love you

i think i love you 

maybe as a friend 

maybe you love me too 

all i know is that i dont want this to end 

the things you do 

the things you say 

makes the bad feelings go away 

I cant thank you enough 

for all the stuff

i do love you 

and im not calling it bluff 

Difference

You’re the warm cup of tea in the morning 

I’m the shot of tequila at 2 AM 

You’re warm, welcoming sun 

after the downpours of disaster 

I think it all ends alone and with death 

you believe in a happily ever after 

the optimist i need 

whose advice i sometimes heed 

I’m the darkness to your light 

You’re there in my plight

you hate being on social media sites 

i love looking at peoples lives 

you’re seemingly contented with the present 

while i search for the non-existent 

We are not the same 

that just brings the fun to the game 

Despite these contrasts 

we are going to last 

cause

we’re both afraid of people leaving 

and

we have the same taste in tunes 

but most of all 

i think i might love you 

Butterflies

Whenever i think of you, they come alive 

Fluttering, muttering in my abdomen 

this must be some sort of omen 

Something bad looming ahead?

rejection, heartbreak or things left unsaid 

Somehow, those dont matter 

Cause right now, you make my heart pound

you bring me up when im down 

and for that i thank you 

it might not work out 

it may fail miserably

but i dont care 

I will enjoy the flutters and the happiness you bring 

All with knowing that it wont end with a ring