If you were…spilled ink

Poetry: An inky love story

If you were spilled ink

you’d stain my notebook

with the words i’d think

i would read them all

and my heart might sink

at the broken pieces

the words manage to link

If you were spilled ink

you’d walk right off the page

and seep straight back inside my veins

simmering inside

there you’d remain

til i erupted, cried

then spilled you again

If you were spilled ink

i’d read about your sad girls and bad girls

wild nights and wild boys

into the night we’d boldly go

down the rabbit hole then over the rainbow

the misadventures — the lost and found

the untamed — the silence — the deafening sounds

the happy ending in a book that you wrote

the tiger’s who smoked

the unfunny joke

If you were spilled ink

i’d fall for you over and over

and another again

hypnotised by the magic

you spill from your pen

If you were spilled ink

my fingers would be tattooed with each word i read

i’d put my own pen to paper and let it bleed

our words would then bleed into each other

our spilled thoughts evolving

as they write and discover

Hey there I'm D. Writer/Poet/Mother - I know a little Tai Chi, but my Kung Fu is weak - beautifully flawed Email:dabboh76@outlook.com

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