getting lost in the ink
I'm making myself write
The tragedy of emotion
I need the proof
But I don’t know of what
But sometimes
Sometimes I feel like I’ll disappear
Just *poof*
I’ll be gone forever
But maybe
Just maybe
I’ll be able to capture myself in these pages
Like pinning a butterfly to a cork board
Keep myself from simply floating away like a helium balloon
But if I do get lost
If I do let go
I’ll read these pages
These words
Every single one
And maybe, one day I’d be able to find who I was
Who I used to be
The girl stapled to the pages
The girl who lives in the shadows of her thoughts
The girl who bled ink all over white paper
The tragedy of emotion
I need the proof
But I don’t know of what
But sometimes
Sometimes I feel like I’ll disappear
Just *poof*
I’ll be gone forever
But maybe
Just maybe
I’ll be able to capture myself in these pages
Like pinning a butterfly to a cork board
Keep myself from simply floating away like a helium balloon
But if I do get lost
If I do let go
I’ll read these pages
These words
Every single one
And maybe, one day I’d be able to find who I was
Who I used to be
The girl stapled to the pages
The girl who lives in the shadows of her thoughts
The girl who bled ink all over white paper