Feb 9, 2024
fickle thing how i don’t know how long it takes for you write me in but i pick up the book that becomes part of mine
do you dot your “i”’s in a bloody ink that stains the flip-side of the page? do you cross your “t”’s in a twisted script that wraps around the words and sloppily masquerading the care you put in to write them? but i know how quick i go from the heroine to the bitch that doesn’t even have the decency to call you and to a blank page giving you writer’s block when it’s way too late that’s how i’m written out and i know the tears in my own story as i violently scribbled over the red ink of my detailed cursive only to rip at the binding and give it up, to let the page reside in someone else’s dumpster for a change
