Poetry Heartspill # 13

I'm scared of
the words
my pen writes

These can't be my thoughts
my desires
my reality

Where the pen meets paper
it must be
of its own accord

Freely loopy letters
phrases into
hurt anguish pain

They lack my joy
peace love
I dare not claim them

But as the tears bleed the ink
as the heart breaks on the page

I breath a mournful sigh and sign
the name that does claim
these tormented words

the blonde one