metaphorgirl

i only write for you.

i found your grin within every consonant, your laugh within every vowel.

i cried into those pages, hours of self depreciation hidden behind each period.

“HERE I AM, I CAN LOVE YOU IF YOU LET ME” my pen shouted, did you hear it as you read the sentences out loud?

maybe if i drew picture books you would’ve stayed a bit longer to admire my words.

i created affirmations of love as i crossed my t’s and dotted the i’s.

i wrote to tell you why i came back and you read it as you walked away.

one more poem and i won’t scribble you down in my notebook anymore,

one more poem to remember why i fought so hard to forget you.