Thursday, 21 January 2016

Tug of War

Ink scrawled
In crude hand
Across bloodless leaves
Bound in black leather
Were my salvation
I was a diary girl
Until you came along
And I spent my time
Pleasing you
My me time
Was also now yours
Just like everything else I had
To keep you part
Of a day
That wasn't really mine
Any more, anyway