I am just like her—
Trapped in a sea of white.
My mind is just as frayed—
My heart just as sliced.
By the glittering blades
That contrived all her words.
The letters of her thoughts,
Locked—in all her Mirth.
Her poetry—screams of Despair,
Lie there—lonely—on the shelf,
I can see the parallels
Between that tortured girl,
And myself.
Anxiety is encircling my fingers,
Every move I feel a twitch.
This pain is nothing new
And now my heart has a stitch.
I didn't want to break your heart
I finished the story,
How can that be true?
I don't want it to end,
What are their futures?
It doesn't feel real,
And I can't believe it is over.
Just two minor chords
resonating in dark rooms.
Something new has bloomed.
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