This was written on January 1st, 2011
December of Two Thousand Eight
Ready to leave my life behind
Not giving in to suicide
Finally giving in to the will to leave
Leave behind everything that haunted me
The friendships that had taunted me
With some semblance of regularity
A life with one single flaw
Creating a beautiful chain reaction
The broken pen's ink staining my shirt
Much as my mother's pen has stained my life
Filled my soul with strife
So that night so long ago
I was standing by your door
Hoping that someone would see
Hoping someone would stop me
From leaving Spokane forever
Nobody saw and nobody heard
Silently folding my shirt
Placing it on your bottom step
My cell phone placed so neatly
The last text I planned to send
Letting everyone know
Spokane would no longer be home
Though message misdelivered
Still you moved
Everyone moved
To stop me
But I didn't see
Because I was blinded
My reason and passion
Stripped from me
The way that you strip my words
Leaving them naked
Because I love you
In a romantic way
I'm not in love with you
But I do love you
You took my soul
Beating it with your ice pick
Cracking it
Putting a small hole in my shell
The frozen heart I had
Paralyzed with fear
Torn apart by the loss of my mother
Was broken to emotion once more
So I have you to thank
Our interaction pushed me far
It is my motivation to write now
The one romantic memory
Turning point in my life
Thank you
I will never forget
December of Two Thousand Eight
Painful memories. I'm glad you are writing.
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