deranged angel

if god is real ,

I don't know who I was then, but I ended up being a poet and writing my story down on paper. My face is sweet with deep thoughts in my mind and paper I write on is covered in blood.

There are things that I can't write about easily, I can't talk about them I would like to burn it so that I will never again feel the pain that I cannot transform into a masterpiece.

I need your name to find you, your body in my head, my number to call, then I would quit writing and pills. If you ever want to talk to me, I invite you to paint my life yellow again.

I need you to throw the shades of cool out of my life. If I found you, I wouldn't leave you. If you were in my life, maybe I could talk about what was and enjoy what will be. If you wanted to be with me, I would write about you in a different aspect than what I am writing today.