He turned into my paper and pen
He walked in and he left
He left and he came
His heart and his soul
Was put to shame
I watched and I waited
I waited for his gesture
I couldn’t compare him
To any other sinner
I cried and I smiled
I smiled and I frowned
He left his scars on me
We didn’t share as many ups as downs
I didn’t know who to go to
Or how to get out of this mess
I had to let out my feelings
I turned to my paper and pen
I sat and I wrote
I wrote and I teared
The way that I wrote about him
Sounded so sad
I wanted him back
I wanted him gone
My paper and pen
Is what said it all
This poem is about:
Me