I once had words spilling out of the ink of my pen
Spinning intricate tales of sorrow.
Words captivated readers
Made their heart swell.
Now,
All I have left is empty paper and a wordless mind
It's as if once the sorrow was taken,
My mind was too
Leaving me with nothing but empty happiness.

Our love was artificial
Never real-
Nonexistent
At the time I was euphoric
I believed you were the love of my life.
How fickle I was
My eyes have opened
My heart has started to come alive
I am becoming whole

It's never ending,
This loss of control.
I can feel myself slipping
From everything I've ever known.
Who am I?
Who have I become?

I know not who I am
But I have been many things;
Cruel
Selfish
Deceitful.
I want none of this anymore.
I wish to be someone greater
Someone who can change
Someone who can love
And be loved

mind blossoming
orchids and lilies
ribs intertwining
sprouting winding tree branches
limbs folding
recreating their art  
old soul awakening
beginning a new life