My art teacher once said:
âDonât fall in love with artists.
They are broken. They are misunderstood.
Theyâd color your life with all the brightest colors,
Then theyâll bring you thunderstorms and rain,
Theyâd bring you pain, suffering and disaster,
Then theyâll bring you flowers and sunshine.
Theyâre too dark, theyâre too pure,
Theyâre too raw or just insecure.
Their souls are crushed, their minds are crowded
Theyâd smile while burying you alive
Theyâd laugh while waving their last goodbye.â
She said:
âBe careful when you paint, be careful when you write, focus on your thoughts, donât let them tear you apart.
You know even the smallest mistake can mess everything up.â
Same thing with people.
Donât run into love if youâve never been loved,
Itâll break your heart too soon,
Donât think your loved one will wait for you forever
If you keep on changing your mind,
Your dearly beloved will find his soulmate
And all the things youâve done for him,
all the words youâve said,
Will feel like they never even existed.
Oh, darling, a love youâve never had will break your heart more than any shitty lover could.
Be passionate, be artistic, be raw
Love forever, kiss like never, die together.
She said:
âWhen you write, be exciting, be raw, make one sentence long, next one short, make them sound fast, make the readerâs breath stop.â
Same thing with life.
Live your life like a movie,
Talk like a poem,
Think like a book,
Make your life a story worth telling,
Make your life a book worth selling,
Make your life a poem worth listening.
But I never listenedâŠ
I made my life a movie - but a movie youâd never watch,
I talked like a poem - but like a shitty one
I thought like I was writing a book - but not the good one.
My art teacher said:
âDonât fall in love with artists,
Theyâre toxic, theyâre like a grenade,
Theyâre dying inside,
They got feelings they canât hide,
They cry and canât sleep at night.â
I laughed.
That wasnât only the lover I wanted to have,
That was also the person I wanted to become.
So I worked on myself, I worked on my art,
I worked day and night,
And few years later, iâm better at making art
But I fell apart
And I still canât sleep at night.
I started looking for my soulmate
A guy or a girl who could heal my wounds and my broken bones,
Someone whoâd love like thereâs no tomorrow.
I fell in love with an artist,
And i bought one way ticket to disaster,
Bought one way ticket to suicide of my own mind,
Yeah, i buried myself alive.
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