I am the pencil
writing on the blank page
that you can easily ignore
or erase

I am a pencil
trying to write on skin
no damage done unless
I press deep

I am just pencil
because I am expected
to make mistakes
you don't keep

I am not a pencil
for then I could not die
or end my life in
escape

i was near hanging
standing on the chair
ready to stop breathing oxygen, air
i thought of you
and how we used to be
it pushed me closer to the edge
i thought i'd fall off
but then i remembered
how in your arms i always feel caught

crying and shaking
i made myself climb down
you are my wicked hope
you are my home
i need to keep breathing
if only just for you
you have saved me so many times
darling, i'm sorry and thank you

Haunted by dreams that never were,
Plagued by your existence.
Once I was lost in you,
Naive to think it was true.
You Burned yourself into my heart,
Infecting my very core.
Just to leave me stranded,
As you laughed at my despair.
A demon in disguise you were,
Only there to cause pain and sorrow.
Years may have gone by,
And yet you affect me still.
A curse upon my life,
Making it trying for new love to grow.
But blossom that love did,
Despite the way you left me.
Even now it strengthens me,
Overcoming what you destroyed.