Yeah, okay, I get it. I hope you find someone who helps you love yourself as much as I loved you.
A stone’s stuck in me.
It’s like ice. Starts as lump in your throat, seems like sadness, before it spreads. Nothing phases you. You shiver, but don’t really feel the cold, as your blood pools around your vitals. Calcifying into stone.
The hurt is gone, and you wish it would come back. Even the grey has fled, that lovely, middling, warmth. I’d die twice to be permanently content, easier to break limb and bone.
That’s the logic, though, isn’t it? The opposite of inspired. Eating, writing, sleeping…They take a break, until you feel enough to start crying, a quieter tone.
Those beautiful tears, I love them. They’ve kept me back from The Brink more than a reason, purpose, or you ever could. They’ve seen me for what I am, I guess you’ve always known. I’m sorry.
Related short story: https://bluebeard-art.com/cant-keep-goin-on/
Finally got around to adding another layer. I didn’t have a blue, so I used a very light coat of “Midnight Violet”. I’m actually okay with how the purple turned out. I think it amplifies the pinks muted tones.
Going to let it dry for a day or two before fleshing out Amy and the tree’s shading.
Part one of the related short-story can be found here: https://bluebeard-art.com/2017/09/13/third-degree-part-1/
Related Poems can be found here:
Just Leave: https://bluebeard-art.com/2017/09/17/just-leave-poem/