Writing became my best friend
Pen and paper called out to me
The suspense of creating a good piece from not such a great situation.
We created magic
The ability to make me feel.. lighter
Cursive writing soothed me
Rocking me from side to side as I suffered internally
My brain spat the emotions on the page
tears smudged my words; a unique masterpiece
A sight to behold : my heart in all its glory
My emotions fuelled by you
(I remember when you ask me what makes me write, I said sadness)
You were my sadness
"I don't love you anymore" .. she was most beautiful... smudge marks; saliva, and tears .. (gorgeous)
For months at a time we were intimate. Sometimes at war as emotions came too quickly for me to write.......
(FILL)
Your absence has robbed me of my best friend.
unable to connect, a distant memory.
( sometimes analysing my masterpieces and thinking of you praying for a trigger of emotional recollection.. nothing)
I have lost a best friend but found myself
A 3 year long journey
In the fetal stages of our relationship, healthy thoughts remind me of you keeping the pen and paper away for that dreaded day
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A.n I'll post this piece raw and unedited, though I can relate I've passed this stage of life and tampering with the piece will make it loose its essence. 4/3/19
