Torn Pages By Kenny Davis

Torn Pages by Kenny Davis The pages of this love letter I hereby rip in half Because in the face of my love’s confession You saw fit to laugh Instead of you, these love sick pages Feels the scornful rages As my heart moves through the stages Of its own vengeful, torturous wrath With every screeching rip and tear My love for you disappears Don’t say, “You want me near.” Because it’s falling on deaf ears With the tearing of each shred My love for you is dead Cherish the moments I was there for you As I erase you from my head With the rip of each page, I find I must break the ties that bind I must dispel you from my heart Even further from my mind Wanting to erase the words that I wrote Take back all of the feelings I said, and the “I love you” I spoke “What was I thinking?” As I tear apart these heartfelt notes No longer, on these pages, will my heart be the pen Knowing that its ink, its blood, will pour out in the end Never shall a heart deserve to feel such pain again The love lost on you and these pages, in the abyss it remains Not much love was read between the lines A once enchanted love story being ripped at the spine A love so blessed, I believed to be divine But clearly you are no enchanted love of mine With every broken sentence that’s torn apart A breath of relief, removing the scars from my heart I thought ever loving someone again was hard But learning to let go is more difficult, by far Sitting here enjoying the agony of every piece Like therapy, providing a much needed release Feeling free of “love” and the shackles of grief At the end of my destruction, awaiting my peace My feelings for you, dripping from every word Regretting every one that I said, every one that you’ve heard Time after time, “When will I learn?” Love is better left unsaid, shielded from the hurt As all of this passion and love is dispensed I never thought I could ever feel a rage so intense Smiling wide, immersed in this paper ridden mess As I rip apart the words that bled from my pen Through all of the abuse, through all of the scorn My spirit is damaged, my body is worn Through the destruction of these pages, my heart is reborn My love for you is gone; the pages that possessed it are torn. © June 2011 k.davis