your tears became
the ink of your art
while your heart
hurts the most
at midnight.

lusting for an antidote
for the feelings i constantly feel.
but, i fear of letting go
and that's a step i need
in order to heal.

most of us are scarred
by knives we carved in our wrists
but I am different
for I bleed
by the words
I’ve always begged to hear.

Does it ever make you wonder?
That every time you hurt me it only makes me love you harder
For every teardrops I make
Another smile that I fake
And for every false hope you give
Another day that I regret to live

But loving you is the best part
Me being hurt is always outshined by that spark
I am willing to admit that I am stupid
For loving you and wishing that you know that every moment I did.