I painted a picture,
Of us before we died,
A masterpiece that I tore to shreds once completed,
I need not a reminder of the beauty that was stripped from me,
I tore my painting to shreds and realised the canvas was bare,
It always had been,
I just saw the white as fluffy clouds shaping my future,
I just saw the white as the purity and innocence I once had,
I just saw the white as perfection
Now I see the flashing lights sent to blind me,
Now I see the white cells of my blood trying to shield my wounds as they seep out my bloodied heart,
Now I see the cold, desolate snow you left me in
Now I see that my masterpiece was only ever special because of the love I had for you,
The love that made you unique,
The love you breed,
The love you thrived from,
I put you on some pedestal,
But you were simply average,
And we were simply nothing,
Actually no,
We had something,
But I had loved too much,
I had painted masterfully, a tale of tragedy,
I had flown too close to the sun,
And you melted my wings and let me fall