The Artist

She spoke such iridescent words, they just slipped through her tongue, with no regrets at all.

 Creating a world that most never thought would happen but it really was.

She was the war between the world, making something that was everything nothing in a matter of seconds.

It was then in that moment that everything seemed to stop and just be silent.

Still.

Like nothing in the world even had a purpose to it,

 like the world wasn't full of life,

but death.

 A world that was filled with a plethora of colors and idea's came crashing down to create this monocolored disaster.

Her words were like blades,

each time one was said it stabbed the heart and created a ever lasting gapping hole into my heart.

Although the pain was the most I've felt from her in a while,

 it was something.

Those who say something is better then nothing,

 don't really know what they are talking about.

The pain can fill your lungs within minutes sending you into the deep,

blinding darkness of paint.

As it fills up you know you are drowning but you don't want to do anything about it because there is nothing you can do about it at all.

Becoming thicker and thicker within your lungs.

 It hurts to see her hurt, but the most painful thing is to see her walk away semi hurt knowing that your heart is wide open to this black and white infection that she created around me.

One: The plans that we made for a future home

You created a vision of promises and love, throwing it all away in a matter of seconds.

Two: I gave you everything I had

I wanted to give you all of me and commit to you providing that since of comfort

Three: How many sips will it take me to forget you

Trick Question

Four: How many sips till I can't remember my self

Sadly, another trick question

Because caught up into you,

I lost who I was

You covered up who I really am.

Drawing a new person,

But erasing the memories,

Creating her biggest masterpiece yet.

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