I knew a girl who used poetry as a weapon.
Who broke hearts for fun, only to dip her pen in their blood and write lines in the sand.

I knew a girl who used poetry as a shield.
Who thought her words were justified if she dipped them in honey before she spoke.

I knew a girl who used poetry as a blindfold.
Who hid her betrayal behind selfless lines and artful lies.

And she called me her muse and I thought it a compliment when really it was a curse.
Because I knew a girl who only wrote poetry about broken hearts so she let me fall so she could watch me drop and describe the sound of my impact with honey-coated drizzle.

Because it’s my heart that was pen-dipped.
My ears that were darkened by honey-covered lies.
My eyes that were obscured by a blindfold of silk.

And when my blood dried and the sand was used up, she went for another boy.
A broken boy.

One she didn’t have to break to write her twisted lines.

Since i was introduced to existence
The blood that nourished your bones pampered me
Your eyes that drained a color of a tree
Watched as I grow out such limbs and make sense

When I came to form a memory
You handed a portion of ladder
Say I must climb so time will run free
We can spend time with one another

As I go up and learned my distance below
Running like a machine for myself to follow
I cherished being with you in times of sorrow
Also capture moments no one can borrow

Through this ladder I saw the fountain of gold
In this height, the mountains are something to hold
Look how far we had climbed til our bond is strong
I hope this thing last for a million years long

But as time liberates us from the unknown
The bars are getting cold and so does it rust
"Child, don't you worry for memories are sewn."
With that being told, the next step became dust

I stopped climbing because it's over
I sat to put my tears in slumber
But hey, look how far we have hovered
Being grateful, you became my mother