Love Me A Little - Tumblr Posts

A fleeting moment

Is this all it was?

A temporary fleeting moment.

You were my story, but I wasn't yours,

Why did you approach that day?

Why did you come if it wasn't for forever,

My love,

You were my forever but I wasn't yours.

Silly me...

I forgot how you were.

A cruel joke of the fates

Is this all it was?

A temporary fleeting moment.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

I stare at your lips, so beautiful. Full of lies yet I love you. I see you. Looking at her. I am blind. Blinded by love.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

We think of love as a soft caress, a soft whisper, a warm hug on a rainy day. Love is anything but. It is violent and red. It is angry and black. It hurts. It breaks. Love is blue with loneliness and green with envy. It is yellow with happiness and purple with bruises. It is orange like a fleeting sunset. Love is carnal. It's forever and a moment. Love hurts. Love breaks. Love saves. Love creates.

The Painting

"I love you, you weirdo"

I looked with love as I told you. In a world of grays, you were my pallette of paint. Your stupid habits. Your weird jokes. I loved all of it. I was an empty canvas and I let you paint me. You kicked my easel without a care.

I watched as you continued on. You didn't say it. You didn't say it back. I felt embarrassed. I turn red. My canvas of blood, anger and hatred. I turn green. I turn blue. I turn purple. I paint myself of you. Your truth.

Tired. Tired. Tired. Third time's a charm. I laugh. Humourless. I paint myself over you. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. A new story.

I paint myself of me. My truth. I turn pink. I turn white. I turn turquoise. I am colour. I am blank.

I am me.

My truth.

My painting

I paint myself of me.