my ink's gone drylost. with
Location
my ink's gone dry
lost. with all that's left
of who I used to be
who was that girl?
who is this girl?
where did the rest of me go
it's as if
what I was
all the dark pieces
the dark and angry and lost parts
like they've evaporated
and my pen alongside them
as if nothing seeps from my being
nothing bleeds from my soul
and yet i'm here
and every night
all around
me
are all thses reasons why
the calm surrounds me
and I know it's right
that i've somehow
found
peace
I was always looking for
you're the
piece
that I had sought
and I struggle to write
to find the words
to make these statements
you're not like them
my heart doesn't
hurt for you
my mind doesn't race at night
my pillow isn't damp
with your memories
those words are gone from me
yet i'm not hollowed
not withdrawn
not crazy
not fleeting
i'm not pretending
and that's what
this is
my real