If I could draw you, I’d draw a sunrise. If I could play the piano, I’d play your sweet melody that rings in my ears every second of every day. Your voice so sweet, your laugh on repeat in my head at all times, a broken record made new making…

like the paint splatters in your studio, purple and blue and green about watercolor paper, watermarks on the desk from your brush dunking into freshly poured water, clean like your arms rid of the scars you used to see on them. You’re like a painting, different interpretations; never perfect but…

Music swings in the air, my notes clear and high like the birds in the sky. I fly high with every note I sing, feeling the warm summer air glide through my hair, warmth on my skin, blue in the night sky. I look up at the singing stars and hear their voices calling to me. They sing the song I’ve been singing all along, the song inside my heart I now know the words too. I reach the high note I haven’t sung in the longest while,

Her touch is like that of an angel’s, manicured hands perfect for my hips, we dance in time to the tune of the birds. The trees watching us as music fills the air. Her voice loud in my ear, sweet like honey, keep singing to me till I fall asleep…

I lay on the grass feeling it prickle into my skin like every self harm mark I make, the Renaissance painting in my arms. I am a weight at the bottom of the sea, sinking slowly into the Earth’s core below, disintegrating into dust, becoming one with the sky. The…

Clear blue sky, the smell of cotton candy fills the air as I feel the grass poke at the backs of my legs. People chat beside me as the band plays a march I do not know. A march I do not know but still plays within my heart. I…

waiting to roll in to the green grass below. Drop its rain, hear it pound at the dirt. Develop fog you can’t see in. Leave you breathless near your bedroom window as its thunder knocks at your lungs. Lighting strikes your beating heart, no revival, just pain inside your chest. …