A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

Erase

I caught myself writing about you again,
When I promised I wouldn't.
I guess some lies are better left unsaid,
Unseen, unheard, erase every verse.


I ran out of space on the pages,
So I began to erase us.
The lines don't make any sense,
All the words from my extensive vocabulary have left.


You know what hurts worse than my own self doubt?
Pretending I don't love you, like I somehow moved on.
Like you're not all I'll ever be able to think about
Till my ability to think is gone.


You know what hurts worse than pretending I don't care?
Saying that I'll erase you,
When I know I could never dare.
I don't think I've learned how to accept what is true.


I tell my friends that I'll move on,
Another lie to make myself feel strong.
Yet it only serves to make this heart feel more wrong.
Loving you has taken too much of me for too long.


I try to write for someone new,
But the words won't come like they used to.
When I try to erase your name from the page,
The words disappear like a light turned off over a stage.


They're still there, I know.
But I can't see them when the light is turned down so low.
Everything I need is there, but my mind has gone slow.
Why do I have to reap what I didn't sow?


I find that I can't erase ink stains,
So I just accept the heart pains.
They're caused by your name, etched like a scar.
With every failed attempt to let you go, I feel myself fall apart.