I can't let myself miss you,
Not again,
So I'll take whatever tempting thoughts I wish were true,
Write them down on a piece of paper with a pen.
Black ink on a thin white sheet careening me to the edge, filling me with dread.
Words don't come because you never left my heart but you left me for dead.
Scribbled across, blurred lines, just wishing for a solid conclusion, something other then feeling like I'm always losing.
Maybe this will be the last time.
Maybe this time, the words will spill, taking your memory down in the hunt, chase and kill.
-A. m.
