Once upon a time I would write about you,
As if I could keep you on a piece of paper.
Forever trapped within these pages
I thought I had you to be by my side.
I held you in a book,
To preserve your every binding
I watched you closely,
I kept writing your story inside of the chapters we had created.
Was it not enough for you?
When had the walls become so stained with the ink that flowed from my pen?
Smooth like blood and yet you never told me, I had to drown in it to realize I had let you down.
My hands slipped,
and the book fell far from my reach.
Its last written page red tears on blood that my hand had bleed upon.
Within my sight I saw another writer, who grabbed you from where you had fallen, and left with haste.
I tried to stop them but it was too late,
the book would forever be lost to my eyes.
I had no choice left but to cling on to your lifeless pages that I had ripped from your heart to give me solace.
Where was the comfort then?
From every heartfelt word I had written,
Every sleepless night,
Where was the humanity?!
At last my soaked eyes lay upon a blurry sentence of truth. My heart would never accept them though.
Someday, I vowed,
You would return to realization that I had never hurt you.
All of those voices you heard were lies.
Eventually you'll see, that I will write you again,
New pages and new adventures.
Forever a worn soldier of time and memories...
To friends who abandon us...