Laying next to you is like a blank page
It could be filled with so much words
Pictures even, anything that I set my mind too
But it could also be filled with hurt
My page is filled with hurt
A page I’d like to erase and shred
But it’s ink marked words, so permanent
The words sat too long for me to erase
I pressed my finger, but it only smeared our memories
It smeared the thoughts we shared
It smeared the words we fought
But to erase what I felt, was too permanent for me to erase
So the ink on the page sits, as I try to continue to erase the words on the page.