those crimson strokes you paint on your body don't make you
a failure
or a screw up
or weak
they make you a piece of art.
and art is beauty.
i don't want you to be in an art museum because of those strokes though,
i don't want you to join the ones who accidentally painted to much.
people go to the art museum and judge the pieces, giving their irrelevant opinion on what inspired the those fatal strokes.
darling, i would much rather put flowers in your hair than on your grave.
i want to look at the stars in your eyes, not the ones in the skies.
i love you.
please, stay.
