I wish I could erase all this permanent font...
That You Engraved
Into every lifted Moment
Transcribed from Braille
To Neurotic Microchip Diction
My tongue's taste buds
Licking the edge of this enveloped
Passage
As my soul dripped onto your Pen
and the Ink dripped away from my reality
Wanting to shred each and every
corner of the creased bookmarks
Y
O
U
Left on my heart
Forcing me not to close this book
but to change the chapter
And start a new story in the same
Book
Never really ending
No Happy Ever After
No 100 years later
No fairytale ending
No deceased retelling of that Novelia
Simply an un-paused
Discontinuation of
Daunting Disbelief
Tumultuous Temptation
Torture in Text and
Torn pages
Does not Tremble
in Italicized font
Trying to make text tiny-er
While fooling myself
into feeling fortitude and
flawless faults forcing
friendship to fall into it place
Purposely perplexing my heartstrings into
Pumping into another chamber
But it seems my bicuspids are too weak
Flowing into two different holes
Fighting silently
Bleeding onto all the pages
Unknowingly unable to cut the sequel into a short story
I can't help but regret that I do not regret
any of my past regrettable reasoning's
Refusing to release the remnants of
Y
O
U
Not by choice But by preference
An imposter Poet wishing to not be of her word
Because my pen never changed its owner
Muse musters up energy to manipulate mind over matter
I wish I could white out the Blue Ink
But there isn't enough substance
Just because I close my eyes
does not mean I can't see
I can't feel
My insides bleed blue Screaming
onto braille for no one else cannot depict
what should not be seen
You're book was left with blank pages Only to continue
Shakespearean myth
It seems the sage continues as
I Dedicate My Pages To You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem