Encased in a white exterior.
Is paper with ink bleeding through the page.
With a motive that is ever so ulterior.
It envelopes me as if I am now caged.
Your words wrap around my neck like a noose.
Drowning me in feelings that are no longer there.
From a situation that I cannot deduce.
You stripped me and left me bare.
Sitting there.
In my room.
On the chair, that you once sat.
I imagined life without you,
And I just couldn't do that.
