Poems

Im the poem youll never write. And sometimes i wish you cant sleep at night. The blank page in your notebook is sitting and waiting, but the idea of me is quitting and hating- the fact that you are my home. Torn and abandoned the page left alone. The hurt and the pain to me only the start. But ill always be there and eat out your heart. You wont realize im there till its a black hole in your chest. That page left alone but im unlike the rest. I am human and honest but youll never see. The "idea of you" is ideal to me. Im quitting and losing and making myself let go. Just words in your head.. But ull never know.