I cry involuntarily until I can no longer see
My heaping tears have stained my cheeks
Stinging more than any slap could
For it was your words to hit me this time not your fists.
I chose to see you as a violent masterpiece
But the truth is that you are no masterpiece
And I am no true beauty,
For you have made me a crumpled piece of soul
Who feels enough to trust the unworthy
And to love the wretched
Because of all the things I've done to damage myself
I feel as though this is what I deserve;
Not a masterpiece sculpted from light
But a treasure given to me from hate
For I can accomplish no better for myself
Nor can I see a better future where light welcomes me with sincere possibilities and drastic hopes
Until then I continue to cry involuntarily
Rubbing my tear soaked cheeks
And gasping for air that doesn't seem to fill the void
Your words came first,
And now your fists,
Ready to paint black and blue on my canvas of white.
