So I'll write you into a book

like any sane writer would

but am I 'sane'? how?

you wouldn't have a clue--never

I'm on a roll now, forever [if it exists]

Your name still breaks

my heart a little somehow

it holds so much, so much

butterflies, moths

and monsters as such

but it's a pain I'll live with ; a price I'll pay

I am also to blame, this'll be over someday

so after forty and some

bits and pieces

in shadows they come

I'll shut out the light

no longer seen, out of sight

so I'll write you into a book

with everything you ever took

place the past into a book

burn the pages, let 'em cook.

*(A/N) the last two lines are from a song by Sia