How is an artwork made?

(I)

I wrote it, our story, our history

Everything that has happened the past years
I still feel that way, I still want you the same
And I think I’ll never get over it.

No matter how hard I try to get out of these

Waters, no matter how much I struggle to
Get to the surface— you’d still find a way to pull
Me back down. Because that’s how it has been
Over the past years, I would always get you out
Of my system and your little “Hi” would always
Find a way back.

I would always want you the same, it’s just how it was meant to be.
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(II)

I’m very certain that everything I have written

Over the past years, has you in it.
Every tale I had written always starts with your
Name then ends with how beautiful you are
Everyday.

Like an unspoken promise that

The art of writin in me is just made to be
Dedicated to you.
I told you before, that you are the must of my tales.

But now I don’t think that’s the case anymore.

I want to write where there will be no more
Remains of you.
No more tales that are dedicated to you
And you only.
This is the deal breaker, as sad as it seems,
I can no longer call you my muse.
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(III)
The clothes that I wear everyday,
Are always stitched with yellow and purple,
These coloured strings have been engraved
Unto my skin,
Much deeper than what eyes can see
Stitched over and over by the same strings;
Needles that it just go under my skin
Bleeding me out dry.
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(IV)

Everything you adored about me went out of your chest..

Do you love me still?

Was my feelings too underwhelming to the point that it didn’t satisfy you?
Do you love me still?

Was I so tiring to love that it got the point that the only reason you stayed with me was
out of pity…?
Do you love me still?
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(V)

Dear, No One

“I love you, I love you, I love you”

I wonder if you truly mean those words
Or are you just convincing yourself that
You are in love with me?

“I love you, I love you, I love you”

Is it true? Or are you just lying to me
And to yourself?

“I love you, I love you, I love you”

I wonder how many times
Have you lied to me to convince me
That you truly feel something for me.

Yours Fully,
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(VI)

You left me again, with another heartbreak in my hands.

I know I’ve said before that I will always love you, but I am afraid
That I cannot allow that to happen anymore.

I say this without conviction; I don’t want to love you anymore; I can’t love you
anymore; I don’t love yo anymore—not even a bit.

I hope the past me forgives the present me for being this eager to learn to unlove you. I
hope she forgives me for falling out of love with you—for wanting to grow out of this
container we built that we called home.

I’m growing, and the space we’ve built over the years has become more and more
suffocating.

I’m sorry. I wanted to breathe. I’m sorry.

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(VII)

I think that there will be people that you meet who will make you love life a little more
and have you drinking a dark cup of espresso and still not minding the bitterness—
because there was none.

People who are meant to have you welcoming every sun that will set in the morning
with a smile and no trace of gray within. Have you anticipating what the day holds for
you.

People who will have you see the beauty within the hues of red, yellow, and orange, or
in simpler terms, disaster.

People who will help you as you mend your broken soul and be there for you when you
need someone the most. Wether in the form of platonic or romantically.

I hope you find yours as I have found mine. I hope you learn to love life every day that
passes by and see the beauty in each thing or person. Because you deserve the things
that weren’t given to you when you were born when they should have been.