I am a magician
I make things disappear
Love?
Poof.
Gone.
Vanished.
Replaced with heart ache.
Smiles.
Abracadabra!
Gone.
Replaced by a tear soaked pillow.
Me.
She's been gone.
She faded away when I grew up.
She's been replaced.
By me.
The screwed up one.
The hurt one.
The one who's close to fading as well.
Poof.
Now I'm fine
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper