the book of whimsy ✓

you took my words

this might be my favorite <3

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you took my words

i'm not sure when along the lines

of our not-so-fairytale romance

it happened, but it did

you took my words

and i don't think i'm going to be

getting them back anytime soon

i hate that

i was full of musings and prose

scribbles on napkins and post-its

the quickly clacking keys of a typewriter

before you

then my dull brown eyes caught your

caramel gaze

and all of a sudden, you were

all i could write about

you took my words

and i have this sinking feeling in my gut

that you have taken them forever

for while you opened the doors to

a palace of self-love and happiness

to me, you fumbled and lost the

key to my passion in the process

somewhere along the dark, wooded path

of our princess story

except it was two princesses and no prince

i thought that could last

i was very, very wrong

you took my words

because i fell in love with you and yours

and suddenly i believed that i didn't

need my words to be happy

i didn't need my "abc"s or my conjugations

i let go of my apostrophes, allowed my

cotton-candy-sweet metaphors

dissolve like spun sugar on your tongue

in the summertime sunlight, when it's so hot

and you're so hungry

that you can't help but eat it all at once

you took my words

and i've been dancing on this line

between everything and nothing

everything — what you could've given me

nothing — what you gave me instead

everything — what my words were before you

nothing — the stuff that spills from my lips and fingers ever since you broke my heart

someone read my prose the other day

and said, "she must have hurt you pretty bad"

yeah.

but perhaps you hurt me not in breaking my heart

but in taking my

one

good

thing

because writing was my everything

the only thing i loved about myself

and somehow, you snatched that away from me

like a golden ring clasped in a sparrow's claws as it

flies away into the night

you took my words

and i told myself that i would have

no regrets

about whatever i shared with you because

it

was

good

but i regret that i let you in so far as to

let you run your fingertips

over the very fiber of my soul

take apart my world seam by seam

nails ripping through delicate gossamer fabrics

threads unraveling into a chaotic mess that i spent

so long

weaving into something that resembled

perfection

and then you

disappeared

poof

like some kind of sick, twisted magic trick

a rabbit out of a hat

a snap of the fingers, and you were gone

and you left me there

with nothing

you took my words

and i've been trying to forgive you for that

but it's difficult

whenever i sit down, wanting so desperately

yearning with all of my heart

to write

and nothing comes out but

numb, heart-rending musings about

the girl

who took

my heart

and took

my words

in the process.