Dance Across The Paper

These words weigh down on me.
I long to let them out,
open up my eyes, my mind.
The pen dances across the paper,
but it writes nothing and I sit.
Broken hearted like I was before.

Do I owe this to you?
You did so much for me,
but where are you now?
Do you curse down at me?
As I sit here crying,
I can't help but wonder
what you'd do if you were here.

Would you comfort me?
Or try and find him?
Before I have a chance to tell you
that he means nothing.
Simply something to fill the hole,
a temporary fix.

No one will ever take your place,
and that's one thing you need to know.