Children scribble words
To fairies and saints,
Holding pencils
Like wands;
Hoping wishes
Swoop through the night.
They're right.

We pen words
Of worldly concerns,
Holding our wands
Like scalpels;
Hoping our lines
Find marrow and heart.
It's our art.

Because of you,
I yearn for any touch that can wipe yours out of my pours.
Your sickly sweet words impale my mind, already rot with uncertainty.
Because of you,
Lucy, Molly, and that sassy ***** are my best friends.
Who needs people when you can just get high instead?
Because of you,
I can't walk down the street without shuddering at the thought
of seeing you
just
around
the corner.
Because of you,
I tried to **** myself.
Just to rid your face from the inside of my eyelids,
and pull each syllable of your voice from my eardrums.
I wanted to badly to let the wheel roll to the left
And my momentum carry me over the cliff side.
But yet,
Here I am today.
Because of you,
I can't be free
Because of you,
I can't be whole.