it’s not sweet subtle poetry
it’s my tears and blood poured on a sheet of paper
it’s my veins spread out on the canvas
it’s my heart still trying to beat
even when the veins have run dry
because it was stabbed over and over
it’s my nerves trying to send a fading signal to my body to work
it’s my brain trying to process all the heartache
it’s finally my heart and my mind
synchronising for once in my life.
P.S. If I ever write a book, I think this piece will either be on the cover or at the end of that book.