The Art Of Our Thoughts

You and me and everything inbetween pt. I

Crack my heart open, reach out your hand and snatch it out of my chest.

Throw it on the icy white floor, and let it stain the tiles for all of eternity, so when the future people see it, they'll ask about what happened to us.

And that's such a hollow question because it does not have an answer.

All I remember is we were once so at peace, and the second moment we're falling into this dark pit and I'm so scared.

When I hit rock bottom, I'm looking for you, to see if you're as broken as I am but it turns out you're all the way up and you threw me in, and I never told you but my body is made of glass and my heart of porcelain.

And I'm in a thousand, million, infinite pieces on the red stained floor.

I take deep breaths, I close my eyes, I take a pill and wait.

I wait to hear my lost heart beat again, I wait for you to fill my ears with your soft singing voice, I wait for it all to be a dream but it's not and gosh.

Gosh this is so dark and grey and all of these colors and I wonder when the hell did our rainbow disappear.

Because as time passes I realized I want it back, just not with you.

Not with your same soft hands that you stroked my hair with and then tangled my veins with.

Not with your warm green eyes that I wanna live in yet seem to be hauntingly dark like when the girl in a horror movie is running through the green forest escaping from her predator.

I want all the things you provided when my heart was still in tact, when my eyes could still smile as big as my mouth, when my thoughts were the color of a damn rainbow.
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Dedicated to: you

-S.S.