It has been awhile since I have written to you
on torn lined paper
that smelt like me
I am sorry this is not from my notebook
and you cannot really smell anything
you cannot see what this page looks like
I do not want you to cry anymore
I know each day that passes
each time I say something
It's as if I am tearing your heart
shredding
ripping
breaking
your heart all over again
I know it seems that I do not want to be around
that I am running and hiding
silence
darkness
you are alone
i know that's how you feel
but i could not tell you
all these different reasons
lists
pages
books
of reasons
and I could not tell you one
and I'm sorry