August 6th, 2016

I was in the hallways adding another drawing to my sketch book  
That's when I saw you.  
It was as if time itself had stopped  
You were the embodiment of the art I scattered on these pages.  
You made me feel like..
If unclinched my jeans, I held nervously when your eyes met mine,
I could just float away into absolute nothingness  
Like someone turned off gravity in the room.
I don't believe in god, but fuck, you were more than holy.  
A goddess living amongst us mortals.  
 
I remember the first words you said to me
You asked, with your soft voice, to see my sketch book.
You were infatuated with the mystery of me.  
I handed you my book, and I smiled at the amazement in your eyes.
You were the only person that understood my art and it's meaning.
 
You may have worn all black everday
but I swear, your sight was like seeing every color at once.  

I think about our first phone call
The awkward silence as we were both thinking of what to say.  
I could almost hear your tears through the phone.  
I finally spoke up, asking what was wrong.
That's when you took a deep breath, paused, and replied,  
"I want just end it all"  
You talked that night as if we were talking for the last time.  
My heart sank into my chest as if it was dropped into a toilet
The toilet of cruel, cruel reality.
Something so beautiful can be so broken?  
I was so blinded by the art of you that I almost didn't see
You were as flawed of a painting as me.  
 
I talked you down that night  
I showed you how important you really were.  
Me.. someone who was secretly broken too
Managed to actually save you from the demons.  
And you saved me from mine.  
Because demons have no chance against a goddess, right?  
 
We're both flawed art separately
but together I felt like a masterpiece
Only, something in your voice said you didn't feel the same as me.  
You held my hands and looked me in my eyes
I looked into them like windows with no curtains
I saw the sadness and dismay you tried so hard to hide.  
 
You quietly said with that soft voice that we wouldn't work..
Because you didn't want to ruin me.
That was when my chest caved in.
Like an old building that's had enough.  
Like I had just left the crumbled building, my body.
 I was no longer just flawed art.
I was a completely ruined piece.  
You didn't even know I was already flawed because you yourself.. were no masterpiece.