Midnight Lullabies

27 | A cocktail of long-term effects

this is madness; this is insanity

tight fists clenching strands of hair; they beg for mercy;
your paintings bleed colors, they stain my beige walls;
brushes by the sink, paint cans on the floor;
dents on my heart, evidence is hard to conceal;
words scribbled on paper, torn and creased.

this is anger

shattered glass, blinking reflections;
spilt coffee, screaming confessions.

this is disbelief

hollow bones, aching muscles;
shadows of grief; incomplete puzzles.

this is madness

this is insanity

this is love