take me back
to the renaissance period
body painted
in black and blue
but just because
i was the mona lisa
doesn't mean
i was posing for you

falling in love
or falling to pieces
i cant tell the difference
anymore

They say pain
makes poetry
so I wondered why
I hadn't been writing
then I remembered
pain is not what I'm feeling
it's what I'm yearning
in all this feeling
of numb

I'm so tired
of wanting things
I will never have
gaining things
I will never want
and being left
with nothing

as the thought of you
leaves my head pounding
I tell myself
the pain
it just another headache

I can see you
inside the closet
as I watch you from
under the covers
your eyes peak out
through the darkness
hiding
and I can tell you know I'm
scared
I know you're
there
I can see you

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