Skimming pages of a book
Once read by you
Still wanting you back
My mind skims past the fact
You betrayed & left
Me to have lonesome be my lover
& a knife full of your poisonous ink
Write all over my body
With paper thin skin
But cigarette burns be the thing you
Engraved me
I still ask the question why I love you
But you left your mark on me
So let love be our novel
& hate be our romance to a fictional
End that we can't deserve to one another
You may write me as a fictional character to
A dying imagination
But your just a heartless creator to my world that's filled with the extent of a pen full of ideas
Rip my pages out one by one
Destroying a hateful, dreadful masterpiece
To a good end
Burn my pages getting rid of any idea that you're a false writer & it amuses me to think those pages you had aren't yours anymore
Bc I have the power now to change a future
A future worth writing for
About the Creator
Love Dalius
A poet stuck on the moon. I post a new poem every two weeks of the month. I hope you enjoy the writing that I share with you.
twitter handle; @DaliusBeckjr
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