the life's of the

As more days
Continue to pass on by
I start to feel
A little less poetic
But a little more healed.
How do I write
Stories of happiness
When all I know is
Darkness and sadness?
I’ve written my pain away
But without this pain of mine
I’ve lost my ink,
My words.
Writing remains
As my source of comfort
But like everybody else,
It’s slowly slipping away from me.
I don’t want to learn
How to live without
These words that have
Allowed me to express so freely.
Please stay with me,
Dear pain of mine.
Please stay with me,
Dear words of mine.

Don’t leave me.

—  I’m not quite sure what to do anymore… // littlemissimaginary