I've forgotten how to write
I hold this pen like a knife
Threatening to cut and hack
Scars I thought had healed
But still bleed profusely
Coloring the black and white
Of my unfinished tattoos

::The ones I got to erase the memories of you...How fitting it seems they do the opposite of their intentions::

                    There is ink and blood on the paper in front of me
                    Jackson *******'s Rorschach Test

What is it I'll see I wonder
As the words bleed from me;
Draining and filling lines
              That will be crumbled and discarded into the waste basket
              Along side empty bottles, used condoms, and undelivered love letters

The next page awaits this emptiness.