the paper laughed at me

so then i wrote a lonely song

because you're all i see

the lines soaked red with beating ink

though the pen I bore was black,

i had to give my heart somewhere

since you won't take it back

i brought a ladder to your house

and surely you came down

you took my hand and looked at me…

but then you turned around

my chest stained blue from drowning lungs

my skin grew pale from fear

you turned and said “don't wait for me”

and then you disappeared