“You’re a work of art only just framed by my eager fingertips.”

Your venom seeps its way into my veins.

It’s been so long since you’ve overwhelmed me. I’ve forgotten the feeling.

Strip me to my bare core.

Growth has taught me to apologize when i am to blame, but not to say sorry when i shouldn’t feel ashamed.

“I just like being with you.” And just like that my heart collapsed under the weight of his eyes on me.

Jewellry doesn’t excite me, no more than a tightly wrapped gift, but when you show up at my door, small smile and eager to kiss, i’m more excited than i could ever believe.

Make love to this body like you always have.

Its as simple as that. A slow burning flame flickering upon these freckled fingers.

She won’t bend and break as you’d expect her to, she’s a solid form of bravery and fearlessness and that can’t be undone.

Kiss on forehead, nose and cheek. Repeat.

This petite heart found strength in your kind eyes.

You’re a divine human being. A tongue swift as a sword and hands that can hold every drop.

I’m still trying to fix up the wreckage you left behind, the chaotic strings of misery you let fall to the floor. Each piece delicately piercing my skin, the red glow a contrast to my continual white limbs.

Dreams of our last night together left a tingling feeling like a splinter in my skin. I couldn’t grasp it, but the glorious pain sat brewing into my bones.

Don’t let them take any more of your heart that you’ve already given them. Hold onto what you have left and build it again.

Rainbow sugar, candied eyes. You have the potential to crack me open and let my feelings spill right onto the floor.

Everything will be art and nothing will be art, because everything, as I believe, already is.

Art is more important than what you think of me.

As technology advances at an alarming pace, the place of drawing remains as valid as ever in the creation of art and architecture.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.

Pop art is about liking things.

Thoroughness characterizes all successful men. Genius is the art of taking infinite pains. All great achievement has been characterized by extreme care, infinite painstaking, even to the minutest detail.

If you’re not trying to be real, you don’t have to get it right. That’s art.

Having once found the intensity of art, nothing else that can happen in life can ever again seem as important as the creative process.