[a/n: i know i wrote a poem with this title before (it's the second poem in this book), but i thought it would be fun to explore this again, hence the second poem about erasers. anyways, hope you enjoy!)
erasers
they only work on pencils, dont they?
they only work on
those graphite pencil markings
they dont work on
pen inks
or marker stains
or random paper cuts
but,
the mark you gave me
were thousands of hurtful words
written in pen
countless marker stains
ruining our friendship
many slashes, cuts
on my fragile heart
never to heal again
and all I have
are erasers
but
do they work?
will they remove the pain
you inflicted on me?
will they heal the scars
you gave me?
will they erase the hurtful words
you said to me?
will they remove the painful stains
you left in my memories?
no.
they wont.
no matter how many erasers I use
no matter how hard I try
no matter what I do
nothing, _nothing_ will ever work
nothing will erase
the pain
you gave me
sure,
pen inks fade over time
stains fade over time
wounds heal over time
but there is a mark
left in my heart
that cant be removed
just by simply using an eraser
and that's why
till today
years later
I cant bring myself
to trust you
because the scars, the marks
you gave me all those years ago
havent faded
and never will.
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Fragments of A Soul
Poetry'I'm no longer a whole; just fragments of a soul. My life is no longer red or yellow or blue; all that's left is a greyish hue. But, my soul will be whole once again and my life will be filled with sunshine and rain. Till then, words will be my esc...
