A reflection of pain, that
my diary mirrored.
The pain that bled
through the ink,
The tears drops, that
blurred the writings,
The reasons,
rectified,

turned my life for
time unknown,
so words of pain
nullified themselves,
so did my poetry, as
I can't write
without pain.

For, she looked at me,
washed pain all away,
like my eyes once
washed the ink
of my burnt pages...