Pages Out My Notebook

freestyle writing no edits(written 10/8/12)

They're all crumbled up on the floor

the smell of burnt paper rushes you at my door.

My words written, scratched out, and misunderstood

even an eraser wouldn't do me any good.

I write hard, to accompany my wounds and scars

and gently cross my t's and dot my i's

when im mending my heart, and drying my eyes.

All this on the pages out my notebook.