Drawing Up Sanity.

I'm trying to find my sanity amongst these subjects and predicates.

Ink rushing thru my veins because I want my story to bleed through these self-inflicted wounds.

I'm painting Mona Lisa's with my adjectives. Sistine Chapels with my Verbs.

I want to be the Picasso of your imagination.

With these words, I can take a blank canvas and make you my muse.

I jumped and landed on your skin and began to swim in your pigmentation.

Staying afloat on your beauty, your smile takes me under.

These words carry the weight of expectations as they make pitstops beneath my puncuation.

Pouring my heart out in stanzas, you can't peronify my onomopeia into feelings.

My love for you have become prominent as I whisper Masterpieces in your ear.

I watch you get goosebumps. Sanity.