Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your mind. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ink Blots and Tear Drops
With a pen you slash your poison
Onto faded paper scraps
Tears and blood and ink rain down and overlap
They overlap and run together
Trailing lightly as a feather
Like a razor cutting only the surface, never the meat beneath
My heart is out of reach, and you now want blood
Hurt me if you can, but know that I stopped
Looking for myself in your words long ago
Stopped seeing us in your eyes, only you
Your dreams, your hopes, while mine struggled to breathe
Beneath your words lie raw emotion like I never saw before
Before my words led me out your door into the light and
Nevermore
Will our silhouettes be seen with the light
From my window as you spend the night
The night that repeated like a tarnished record
Now lays forgotton in a sea of new notes
Notes fly through my hair and brush at my skin
They are who to blame for the mood I'm in
And a whisper of now instead of fairytale forevers
Lead me into the light as you cry in the dark
The sun feels too good
For your guilt to touch me
22yo
