I ran my fingers through the words
They don't feel the same anymore
And I was neither glad nor sad
They're all meaningless
I ran back to the memories
When I poured all my heart writing them
When I couldn't contain the pain
So I ended up opening my skin
to let the blood trickle into the white sheet- Meant to be besmirch with words left unspoken
I don't know why,
But somehow, the wounds mysteriously numbed the ache
I vividly remember,
That bitter rain that left a mark on the page.
I remember how I shed a thousand of them
I remember how every drop felt
How a liquid stabbed right through my chest
I remember thinking about how should I verbalize each word
I remember saying nothing when you were just an inch near
And today, they're only memories -as they were meant to be
I smiled as I flip through the last page.
I ran my fingers through the cover for the very last time.
Tucked it neatly in a box
Held through my creased shirt and feel my heart-still beating
And I was glad
That no matter how bad it had been in the past
My heart that's been stabbed with words unspoken
Had manage to survive.
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