I talked and you listened....
leaving your fingerprint smudges
on the pages of my soul.
Those pages erased as you
pushed me out of the door.
Choosing instead the lonliness
of your darkess and fear of what could be.
You left me blank, unwritten.
With only a title remaining.
I must now pick up the pen
and rewrite myself.
I must brave the ink stains that
will bleed into me....
I will be the author of a new
version of my soul.
How will I know the right words?
They will come as all do for this
wordsmith of emotion.
Through pain and heartache,
my tears black as night.
But I will not succumb to the
darkness like you did.
Though my words stained in
inky black, my story will be life.
You made me want to feel for the
first time... in that single breath.
But I'll make myself want to feel for a lifetime.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
I talked and you listened....
leaving your fingerprint smudges
on the pages of my soul.
Those pages erased as you
pushed me out of the door.
Choosing instead the lonliness
of your darkess and fear of what could be.
You left me blank, unwritten.
With only a title remaining.
I must now pick up the pen
and rewrite myself.
I must brave the ink stains that
will bleed into me....
I will be the author of a new
version of my soul.
How will I know the right words?
They will come as all do for this
wordsmith of emotion.
Through pain and heartache,
my tears black as night.
But I will not succumb to the
darkness like you did.
Though my words stained in
inky black, my story will be life.
You made me want to feel for the
first time... in that single breath.
But I'll make myself want to feel for a lifetime.
@whimsical_writestry
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