Nessa:

My eyes are filled with water,
My thoughts begin to ponder,
The words I speak begin to slur,
I think a heart break may have occurred.
Drifting off to sorrow,

I begin to wonder,

Could this be potential thunder?
My throne has been disrupted,
My crown begins to fall,
My pencil begins to talk to me,
And my conscious responds on its own.

Pencil:

Pick your head up slightly,
So you can see me clearly,
You’re all alone with lightning
and afraid to tell your feelings.
I have seen you splatter paint,
For the losers who have no fate,
You are past the fine line between love and hate.
I can feel the hatred vibration,
The part of feelings you are hiding,
Which I know you fake by smiling.

Nessa:

I want to hear you loudly,
I want to take you seriously,
I want to pick you up and sketch,
I finally want to share my feelings.
You are the only person I trust,
The only person I can show,
Fighting back the tears,
Shaking from the anger,
I begin to draw my broken heart, with words that slant in the end.

Pencil:

Now I know how much it hurts,
I can feel your pain.
It is how hard you are drawing with me,
I know your eyes want to drain.
I see the tears behind your eye lids,
waiting to run away.
I see them building up a bit,
Like an architect,
With an edifice full hatred.
I want you to know I am here for you,
I want you know I’m down,
Although I know you’re replacing me,
When I start to dull all the way down.

Nessa:

I’m glad I got to vent to you,
I’m glad that you were near.
I felt real death in my heart,
And showed no rage or tears.
I wanted to snap like a twig,
I wanted to break down,
But luckily you were there.
You caught my tears as they kept falling,
You caught me when I was falling back.
I’m glad you weren’t pointing up,
Then you’d be stabbing me in my back.
No one will know I cried,
No one will know how many pieces my heart is in,
The only people that will know I cried is you and the paper my tears splashed on.
Pencil:
Well the paper is my best friend,
He has quite a big mouth,
He’ll tell your whole story I swear,
Him telling it all I don’t doubt.
But if you can tell this person how you felt,
What would you sketch with your canvas paste?
Nessa:
I’ll tell this person exactly how I feel,
No lies.
Not holding back the pieces of my heart,
So get ready for hard sketch pains,
I’m about to start.

You saying now that you like me but the other day I heard love. Someone wise told me to never leave the person you love for the one you like. Just being introduced to someone, but all the stuff I did for you. All the times I stuck up for you. My whole sophomore year was dedicated to you. Having people asking me questions like “Why does he treat you this way even after all the stuff you do for him?” You think that it’s ok. My heart isn’t a board game. I didn’t come with controllers. I didn’t come with a manual. I came with a heart. Not just any heart, my heart. It was a gift and all you did was regift it and let someone drop it. Saying you don’t want to hurt no one but yet you playing these silly games. Saying how real you are but truly you are really fake.

There you have it,
Like glass broken on the floor.
I hope this person steps on the shattered pieces,
On the way out the door.
For one I don’t care,
Your friend can tell it all,
So people won’t have to ask me a lot,
Cause I will certainly flip a dime.
*Throws paint*
Pencil:
Look what you’ve done,
Look what you’re showing,
I can’t believe you did this,
Showing all the angry that has grown.
*Nessa gazes at the canvas scared*
This is what I call art,
This is what I can honestly say shows true colors.
You showed me your rage,
You showed me you passion,
Now I can see your soul is clearly sacred.
You are unsatisfied,
You are displeased,
You are broken into many tiny pieces.
Your rage strays on,
Hungry for vengeance.
I have your back no matter what,
You are the one who draws with me.
You have truly showed me some things now,
I didn’t understand before,
If this person doesn’t see how you feel about them,
Makes it worse.
Your art work is beautiful,
It catches my eye,
But the thing that angers me,
Is the anger in your eye.
Nessa:
You’re a great friend.
Wouldn’t ask for much better.