I am like a black sharpie marker,
people loved me,
they did for temporary until the black inks dry or empty.
You; my owner,
try to compare me with other pen that you've used to write the moments you called 'memory'.
Sadly, they can't really understand your writing styles,
like the way I understood you.
They don't understand your desire to write the happiest memory you felt,
or the beauty you noticed,
or the sadness you kept.
When you let me go,
I feel nothing but a crack everyone called 'broken',
not the feeling I am familiar with,
that is why I can't find any medicine for this feeling. Not yet.
But little did you know,
when you let me go,
I took a part from you,
making you feel empty,
because I think you forgot what I really am,
a black sharpie marker,
I'm permanent and can't be erase.
-a.
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