that stupid notebook, with the word 'imagine' lilting down the front of it's yellow cover... and the words 'i love you' written in his scrawl on the inside back.
i sat there today and ripped out all the pages i still needed.
then i picked up a pen and wrote in large letters across every empty page.
i am incapable of wasting paper and therefore could never just throw it away... else i would have months before this day.
on every page i told him how i felt. how he hurt me. how he broke me. i forgot about rhythm and rhyme... about meter and sound... and i wrote ugly words with ugly penmanship... the whole thing was not pretty at all.
i'm tired of trying to make it all pretty.
sometimes it's not. sometimes life is ugly. sometimes people are ugly.
and sometimes you just need to write all over the pages and throw it away.