During all of those nights,

I turned my heart into a museum

so I could keep you alive and warm.

And my blood ran through the damaged paths

inside of me

just to light up every night you could dance with.

I painted my colors inside of a world that it was just mine

“Poor child”, the old man whispered

A sky full of stars fell right on my head

while I sent you love poems

I run to the scariest place on Earth,

your heart,

but I couldn’t touch myself there.

Inside of the my insane sea,

I searched for seahorses

so I could give you them as proof that I was there forever.

As my feet reached the shore I didn’t notice I was bleeding,

my eyes were still looking for you.

When I finally found you,

standing in the woods without looking,

I understood the war was over

and after all, I understood it was a war.