Crumpled papers strew the ground beside me,

Wasted ink on the words that I dared not  speak,

Wistful smiles on forgotten conversations,

They have become my only consolation.

To forget is a blissful thing in my state,

As it is cursed,

For how could I forget something so precious ,

As easily as you did?

My hand aches on writing crossed out lines,

Words that would never reach your ear, nor your eyes,

Words born of confusion, on the blurred out line between us.

The mournful chords that I pluck on my guitar,

Are just the echos of the painful ballad that plays in my heart.

A ballad that would perhaps would play on for eternity,

Or would fade miraculously into a whisper.

Our relationship, I didn't realize,

Was a paper airplane, already on its descent.

All the nails that wounded me on this path,

Were just merely the words that you threw at me,

Please do not play with my  heart so, I beg of you.

I remember the lies of your soul that you fed me,

A lie that I so naively believed,

The beautiful lie that I fell in love with,

Yet still hoping,

I reached into you ,

still believing that somebody like the mirage you manipulated, existed.

Yet I broke into shattered tears and crossed out lines ,

when all I found in you was cobwebs and ashes.