Paintings of pain and passion. All things bleed better my art than me. This is, obviously,
one of my weirder pieces. Very surreal. It started a painting that actually would have hung the other way with the short side down. Towards the end of painting it, well call me crazy-YOU'RE CRAZY!! someone yells, but it spoke to me and i realized it belongs this way. Blood, staring empty eyes, blood covered daggers, the pain of my heart. My life has been weird fro the past year. I won't go into details but suffice to say that I was hurting and a man said he wanted to help me...he then well he emotionally battered me in the guise of help. Not quite sure what to do about him. On the plus side I recently met a man online who seems perfect for me. I've learnt that as a strong woman I need a strong man, not one I can overpower but one who can overpower me (in a good way not an abusing way). More on him in the next post.
Through pain and regret
I scream in rage
Hating him
For making me hate me
I screamed as my heart tumbled
Falling to the ground
Pain all around
I cry
Knowing he's gone
I cry
Because I'm glad he left
Heartache and regret
These surround me
He should have been
A better man
He may not return
For this I'm glad
He may return
For this I'm glad
I'll miss my friend
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