jannatulmakkia

[jannatulmakkia]

Paint that burnt me into ashes

It burned my chest,

Took my heart out,

And poured gasoline over it,

Couldn’t feel a thing,

Proved me heartless, which I wasn’t.

Splashed paint all over the canvas,

I was gonna paint on it,

But it wasn’t planned

It happened unknowingly.

Couldn’t feel myself that moment,

Cuz I felt something different

I never thought I would feel;

The paint created something new,

I never thought would be,

It somehow related to me,

A version of me I never realised.

My hands coloured with wet paint,

Didn’t wanna rub it off;

It burnt like crazy,

Making me insane

But I wanted it more.

I feel somehow different,

Not like me, but also me,

The me, I didn’t know;

Wanted to burn the canvas

But pitied the paint, it would waste.

-Jannatul Makkia