Paper And Pen

Wrote it down fleshed it out
Words on a page have no storybook ending
Tried erasing mistakes
Only to find blue pen bruises the paper

Turn the page to find
You bleed through like ink in my mind

Fold and creasing the page
Hiding the words, foretelling the ending
Paper cuts leave their sting
Reminding me it's not over when over

Ripping out pages I see
There's still part of you left in the seam

Paper and pen in hand
I'm finding it hard to begin again
How should I know what to do
When everything I write still reads I love you

Dresser drawer stowaway
Thoughts of you out of sight out of mind
Though my senses have tried locked doors and blind eyes
You haunt more than the pages

Strike a match and learn
Paper leaves ashes after it burns