I was looking through my Google Docs for all my old poems and stumbled upon this. Isn't it amazing to find something years later? I thought, did I really write this?! Enjoy!
I never wanted to love in permanent ink because I knew that
one day it would be all I had left. But I didn’t want to forget those
moments for they were precious segments of time that needed
to be captured. In blue ink I inscribed just about every beautiful
episode for batum, so that I could replay them when the stars
were the only things that accompanied me. My blue ink continued to
scribe, even the nightmares. I couldn’t wake up from those terrors.
Even worse, they were now apart of me. Like a broken record,
they kept showing themselves behind my lids over and over again.
They wouldn’t wash away like ink on skin because they had replaced
each inch of my flesh. I was ready to play Russian Roulette.
All I had was one shot. And all of it would end. But the safety kicked in
when I pulled the trigger and my life flashed before my eyes. Staring at this
piece of steel, it transformed into the one who had bequeathed me the pen
in the first place. Never regret loving in permanent ink but I let it consume me
and take over me. I won’t be careless with this blue ink anymore.
Trading in such things for new ones will only be my ultimate downfall.
The ugly scars left behind are now simple remnants of my old self.
So I prance on Earth’s shoulders, scarred and all.
One day someone will see past my imperfections and I will too.
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