My contribution to the sinners fandom💙✨️

love is not always beautiful. its not just the good night kisses or the sunday morning cuddles in bed. its not always about the nice words or the i love you’s between the sheets. its not about sex or holding hands, telling each other kind words. sometimes love tears you apart, breaks every bone in your body and leaves you naked on the floor, crying out an ocean you wish you could drown in. its screaming at each other totally drunk at 4am knowing everyone can hear the bad words coming out. sometimes love is the silence after a big storm that has torn everything down. it’s finding a way back together after breaking apart. love can heal you but it sure can kill you too.

Sometimes poetry hits me I get those ideas in my head like flowers that grow in my brain Who bloom and haven’t enough space but they can’t get out of my mouth I don’t know why I can’t talk about it I just can’t So the ideas run down my body Like my blood does in my veins And as they arrive in my fingertips They just want to break free So I let them out Write them down Till there’s nothing left to say And nothing more to write about Then I feel empty and full of love at the same time And that’s why I love poetry that much It can make you feel something And nothing at the same time

Art is as unique as the artists who make it For me Art is writing everything down and making something readable Out of my thoughts Art is the escape from the world When everything dies Art survives When an Artist dies The things he created keep him alive