The ink bled on the faded paper,
Bringing back the memories she wanted to forget forever.
The words were dancing to their own rhythm,
They were breathing the life out of her.
The gaps were much more than mere spaces left alone,
They were the memories she never wanted to hold.
The tears and anger bubbled within her,
Erupted by her on the faded paper.
The pen was leaking with not only ink,
But also emotion.
They were revealing the secrets she had forgotten,
They were tearing her up and breaking her down.
She then threw away the pen and tore the paper down,
Hoping that would destroy the memories her heart held on.