"Blank Paper"

I tried writing the way I feel about you

but my paper stayed blanked and my pen grew dry

It only happens once in a lifetime to feel something so vibrant

and I finally found a collision of words to describe my empathy:

You were the city lights that brightened my night

and the vile of smoke that grew into my eyes

That one summer night, the soft breeze in your hair

I've never seen anything better than my despair.

I grew into a wilted rose, you stayed along.

Your lips so kitsch, I grew fond of,

and a hand so cold I wanted to hold.

Some sleepless nights, I wish you were with me.

Down by the ocean, a vivid memory of you screaming,

"Where can I right my wrongs?"

I tried to reply with meaning but I couldn't find the words

You left that night, and that was it at last.

They said they found you, with a shot to your head.

I think about you, every single day.

My paper had words, and I finally knew

My pen screamed, "I love you."