her heart was naked as paper, until colors started to stain it.
& the colors were beautiful at first, but they began to blend into a black despair
that now weighs down on her chest to the point were she can
this immense darkness ran through the flume of her veins & bled out
through her pores until all of her dreams, her hopes,
& all the love she ever had
was all covered in black.
& she wants to wash it away, this darkness, but instead she pretends to be ok;
painting a smile over her face.
& it's hard to pretend to see the beautiful things
when all you can see,
all you can feel, &
ALL YOU CAN BREATHE
is a black despair you can't seem to remember not being there in your heart.
when she paints, she fills the canvas with colors;
the colors she wishes she could feel, the kind she sees in everyone else,
but then she runs the colors all together
until there is only black.
until the canvas is damp, heavy, & is drowning in darkness. there is no white to be seen;
just like her heart.