I am the ink I have spilt over the years

Only if you understood my words

Why they were soo poorly written,

While I would write about you till sunrise each night, Sleepless as always But nothing was more important than you,

You was my sun & my moon and perhaps you never knew, well it changed nothing when you did so I guess it means nothing,

But honey you were my favourite scent

Of a flower I had never seen.

And I was a bee helplessly addicted to you.

When you smiled it was as though my heart was in euphoria. Trust me I have seen love

I’ve tasted love as too heartache,

But this was neither.

Love has never made me spill Glasses of wine over scrunched up notepads in which I angered myself as I failed to explain

Exactly how much I loved you,

But again it made no difference when you knew.

Had it not been that I nearly lost you and I felt my bones crush and my soul ache perhaps you would have never known.

But then that was my fate

And your hate to me was yours.

But I am the ink I have spilt over years