I could never

It's been a really long time since I've written anything. But recently I saw something that made me need to write.

I could never burn the book. 

How could I?

I look at it every time I go home. 

I couldn't bring it with me. 

No.

I was trying to rebuild. 

And to have those memories staring at me. 

Taunting me. 

Reminding me what I had and what I lost. 

No. 

I couldn't bring it with me. 

But I could never burn it. 

It still sits on my self. 

Not a scratch on it. 

Sometimes I like to go back and pretend...

Pretend things are how they use to be. 

Pretend that you still look at me as your sister.

Pretend that I didn't mess everything up. 

It was all my fault. 

All the mistakes I made 

I'm surprised you didn't leave sooner.  

You probably should have. 

I am a tornado that will destroy everything in it's path. 

It's my fault you feel the way you do.

It's all my fault. 

Not a day goes by where I don't think of you. 

I can't say your name cause it catches in my throat. 

I hate the color blue. 

I see our pictures and want to cry. 

You say I'm in the light. 

Partly. 

But something is still missing. 

I reach desperately into the darkness of my past hoping. 

Hoping you will take my hand and join me once again. 

So you see...

I couldn't burn the book. 

Reviews

[cheyenne s garcia]

deep writing here. i feel your story brings out a stronger side in me. nice !