Blank Slate

How could I walk and not hit into that wall I do not know,

for those bruises I bore left me unhinged and broken

For times I thought not for myself I became a blank slate.

I wouldn't talk to you or anyone else.

I wouldn't dare to see or stare at him or at you

I could not think or speak for I was too bruised to see you

And your love for me.

I was your blank slate.