torn pages

Our loves and relationships are just pages in our book of life.

What hurts isn’t what’s now there

It’s what is no longer there

The absence of it

The act of being without

Is what tears at my soul

It creates a cold that numbs my mind

Penning new lines seems impossible

 

 

Flitting through days

While somehow having more

But feeling like there’s less

Similar to the way a story goes

Each page bringing you knowledge

Every crisp page taking you closer to the end

 

Like a mansion full of empty rooms

That once teemed with furniture

So much has changed

Changed from full to empty

The way a gas tank burns

Through gallon after gallon

It all once worked and flowed

Till I realized how low I’d gotten

It was when I had nothing left

To say that

I saw the thing I’d done

The void that was my creation

 

Yet in this absence

Light floods

And touches the surfaces

Now barren of all history

 

Because it was my story

Yet I chose to erase it

 

And let this new light

Be the warmth

That comforts me

While I write new chapters

In this tattered book

That bears my name

 

Reviews

[Angelic Surrender]

beautiful