Because I've lost my sight,
I cannot find my way to you.
Because my ink is dark,
my pages have a purpose,
my words leave a mark.

Because my tears are glitter streaked,
doesn't mean that they don't fall out of despair.
Because the years go on,
you fade away in my mind.

But I would still recognize you
in a crowd of those I love,
Because my heartbeat hasn't changed.
It stayed the same for you.

Because the white hot fire eventually
dulls to a soft red,
Because I wish to forget you,
and all the things you said.
Because there is no happiness without
the twist of dark.

Because I can't stand invisible ink,
I want to leave a mark.