Pen to Paper

Pen to Paper

My words are lost

Like endless black oceans.

I have no words for you,

I'm tired of these useless notions.

I held you on a pedestal

And watched it crumble.

As the evil seeped through

Like blood through tissue paper.

And you still have no clue.

Your words like knives

As I try to forget.

The idolization

More like flawed memorization..

You were who I wanted you to be.

But not what you needed to be.

You weren't what I needed you to be.

And I wasn't

Who I wanted to be.

This poem is about: 
Me

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