A pen dances across a loose leaf of paper
Black ink swirls around, forming lines and shapes
The lines become images, the shapes become letters
26 letters in the alphabet, but she needs only 9: E, I, L, O, S, T, U, V, Y
I still love you.
So many pictures to draw, but she needs only one: a flying arrow
He shot it once; it pierced her heart forever
The pen is no longer satisfied with paper
Her wrist becomes a canvas
Her eyes find a piece of skin that is still untouched by the dark marks
The pen waltzes around her arm
The clock strikes 2:00
It doesn't matter; she doesn't sleep
Time does not matter in her world
Her lamp is the only light in the house
She likes it this way
She is okay, she promises
She is happy, she vows
She is strong, she says
She is a master of masks, creator of lies
The light shuts off and she drops her pen
Her head falls onto the desk
Her thoughts swallow her whole
She ventures into the realm of darkness
She is alone
He has been gone for so long
He has found his place
But meanwhile she has perfected
The art of a broken heart.
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And the Darkness Swallowed Her
PoetryA collection of sad, dark poems about heartbreak and love. I hope you enjoy them.
