Blood stains like ink, So I'll fill this pen, and write your name, Not like it isn't written all over my heart anyway.
What is the definition of forget? It's something I simply can't wrap my head around, I was lost before you found me, And held me tight, Just to provide false hope, And watch as I fall,
What is a good way to move on? To pretend that all is well, That nothing was wrong in the first place? Well my dear, that is a one way ticket, On a crazy train toward denial, Followed by... Followed by thoughts that would scare even the darkest minds
Its been a minute, since I've had any inspiration. So forgive me, for this mess, I'm calling poetry.