They say that atoms are mainly space
But mine are filled with you.
Every corner of me has made you welcome.
The caverns of once unused thoughts are full
And now I am dense…heavy.
You are wedged in the core
The tiniest,slightest pore
I brim with your blood and mine
Tortured but divine
I am borne of the darkest ink
The kind that sinks
And pools in your soul
I can’t be lightened
But don’t be frightened
I will colour you dark
I will leave my mark
Etched in your pores
I will pump through your veins
Drive you insane
You will not forget me
I read between the lines
And created worlds that did not exist
Your meaning may have been blurred
But in between there was:
I suppose I had to fill it with something.
I made more of your simple grammar
Created metaphors where there were none
I gave you credit for filling up my pages
But all you did was erase my story.