It’s rude to not close the door behind you, especially when you were so graciously invited in.  -VQ


I poured my whole soul onto the paper

Used up the very last bit of ink

Now my vessel is running on empty

I have no power left to think

I filled the lines with passion

Stained white pages with my pain

You crumpled my convictions

Tossed to the side by your disdain

You took what you wanted from it

And discarded all the rest

Your words were never good enough

So you stripped me of my best

I exerted so much energy

Into making you feel fulfilled

Never noticed I was draining out

Didn’t feel my insides spill

Now I’m left alone repairing the disaster

When all you had to do to avoid this mess was simply close the chapter