The First Agony

She was in love with every word he said.

They sounded like watercolours dripping out of his mouth,

Beautiful shades of pink and yellow splattering onto her heart,

Keeping it to its constant beating,

Pulsing the colours through each one of her veins until they had taken over her body.

But she didn’t care, for her,

His lips were so captivating she didn’t notice that she was losing herself

So she became the painted girl he wanted her to be.

She was the canvas for him.

He started to paint her outside

But instead of yellows and pink, he filled her skin with black and blue and dripping reds,

This is not what she wanted.

His words she thought were watercolours of love were lies but she couldn’t escape.

Tears rolled down her eyes.

She was shouting of pain.

All she could think about was his face and how something so beautiful could cause her so much pain…..