i've used this pen so many times
that it was actually a living proof
of all my heartaches on a piece of paper.
i've written confessions, letters, and words that did nothing but revolve around your hidden beauty. this pen has been with me through thick and thin.
it has survived wars and has lost battles.
it served as my sword, my little safe place, my wildflowers, a black and red-filled garden, my living soul, and the end of my beginning. blood has flowed and served as ink that made me write better. chaos and ache was it's primary source and it found comfort with tear-stained papers.
it can't do everything forever.
and i finally realized that when this pen started running out of ink.
(the end is near.)
YOU ARE READING
confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
