It's been a while
he said
a long time
since your pen has bled
Have I stifled your mind?

Of course not I replied
I just need to starve
to feed the lines
I am no longer hungry
I smiled

I miss reading you
he said
I miss saving you
I heard instead

Am I more beautiful
to you
filled with strife
easier to hold my hand
when I am holding on
for dear life?
Does it make you
believe I will not
let go

No, he replied
it is just
the only way
I can see in the dark

02/08/2014

Posted on 02/08/2014
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