Spills

all these vacant white lines, yearning to be filled
my fingers gripping this pen won't move

so many thoughts rushing in waves through my brain
sloshing and splashing against the walls of my mind 

the cracks in my skull let the notions pour out
seeping down, spreading through out my body

it begins as affection, love, tenderness
turning to anger, regret, confusion

warm drops stream from weary eyes, dampen my cheeks, burn my cracked lips
leaving behind the worst parts: the belief that i am insufficient, the unceasing sting of self loathing,and the agony of your absence .

something like this would leave you in a daze
the way both these tears and this pen glide in harmony, so flawlessly, as one.