Writing

I have such a love of writing.

I’m sitting here praying,

It doesn’t walk away,

Like you did,

When you flashed your

Ice cold eyes,

As you said,

‘Yeah we got to catch up

Sometime.’

Because when you left,

You took every shred of protection

I had with you.

Writing built me back up.

It kept me sane,

As I lost my mind,

Trying to keep all the pieces

Of my crumbling life together.

With just some tape,

That failed me, time and time again,

Because if that leaves me,

Then I really am alone,

And I won’t accept that.