The Words

Writing with a Pen

I never thought

I'd say the words

any one else but you.

Now saying them

once again

after watching

all I ever loved

fall apart

is a weird kind of sensation.

Like learning a new language for the first time

speaking words that don't make sense

because they apply to two different universes

paralleled together.

Because suddenly,

you are one of the people you read about.

One with a past

a love that's gone and one that's better.

And realizing

one day at a time

your mistakes

can be rewritten.

Put down your pencil

and pick up your pen

cause this ones permanent this time.

This time I'll write our story

in pen so you cant erase it.

The many hours spent,

waiting.

Waiting for you to come

and you never came.

Because as I was  writing our story

you were behind me

silently erasing every word I wrote.

Whether you realized it or not.