• Ink I’ll Never Pen

    by  • July 10, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    This here’s where I show my mask’s insides
    to strangers, with its lack of self-esteem
    so obvious to even my blind eye.
    And this here’s where I carry out my scheme
    to damn myself for what my costume hides.

    “Leave,” you told me, so I went away.
    “Go to hell,” you said, I tried to die.
    I begged at least some memories to stay.
    “Leave no trace behind,” your cold reply.

    No need to write me back. I gave that dream
    back to you, remember? Yours misguides
    me still, but never mind, I’ll be ok.
    Comfort’s in the ear in which one confides–
    here no one will hear me when I scream.

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