Ink

Your key turns the lock I can already feel the wrath knocking the floorboards Smell the whiskey and smoke concoction coming through the vents Kept the house dark, hoping you will think the couch is our bed tonight Can’t do another battle like the last time Tears silently pour soaking the paper blurring the letters Words of sunshine, beaches, smiles, and ecstasy Lies of happiness, love and passion Little stories I allow my thoughts to imagine for my sanity Without the lies, gloomily there would only be you left to write about Your hate, jealousy, and violence Black, purple, faded green shades make up covered strewn on my body But the moment my pen hits the paper, all reality fades Back in my bundle of lies, dreaming of a new beginning, and fresh setting New, all without you. Ink is not erasable, but it’s going to erase you tonight.