I tucked myself away
In each chamber of my tired heart
Thirsting for some solitude and
Looking for some time apart
But I all I found were dusty notes
Bleeding ink scrawled on each page
Every phrase spelled out your name
An empty memory, an unpaid wage
Gingerly I left it all
Crawling away from the melodic beat
Covered in blood I walked, so new
Just finding out my stable feet
But I fell as I escaped
Through an emptiness on your behalf
Caving in, I caught my footing
On the core you autographed
I dented my dirty hands
On the sharp turn of my fragile bones
And I climbed into my ribcage
Looking for abandoned homes
Enthralled in acrostic darkness
I saw a flicker of shining light
Color streaking through the blackness of
My insides and my night
It landed sweetly on my shoulder
And it kissed away my pain
A butterfly growing in
A place of me so plain
It peered at me and fluttered off
Its wings engulfed by dark
A scar resting on my skin where
The beauty made its mark
If it makes you less sad then
I’ll miss you when I leave
I may scar your skin with absence, but
May splendor thrive beneath your sleeves
In each chamber of my tired heart
Thirsting for some solitude and
Looking for some time apart
But I all I found were dusty notes
Bleeding ink scrawled on each page
Every phrase spelled out your name
An empty memory, an unpaid wage
Gingerly I left it all
Crawling away from the melodic beat
Covered in blood I walked, so new
Just finding out my stable feet
But I fell as I escaped
Through an emptiness on your behalf
Caving in, I caught my footing
On the core you autographed
I dented my dirty hands
On the sharp turn of my fragile bones
And I climbed into my ribcage
Looking for abandoned homes
Enthralled in acrostic darkness
I saw a flicker of shining light
Color streaking through the blackness of
My insides and my night
It landed sweetly on my shoulder
And it kissed away my pain
A butterfly growing in
A place of me so plain
It peered at me and fluttered off
Its wings engulfed by dark
A scar resting on my skin where
The beauty made its mark
If it makes you less sad then
I’ll miss you when I leave
I may scar your skin with absence, but
May splendor thrive beneath your sleeves


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