Book of Love

It seemed so easy to just turn the page and move on like before; it seems so useless to sit in this cage and think forevermore. But all these pages have been soaked in pain and I can't lift them now. Oh, all my will isn't enough to gain a piece of mind somehow. These blistered pages I have tried to burn but they will not ignite Oh, there are lessons I can't seem to learn when day bleeds into night. I'd shred each page and stand amidst the sheaves but then what shall I do. Exposed to paper cuts from autumn leaves and scratched by thoughts of you. What do I do with remnants of my heart that scattered over land? I look around not knowing where to start, an empty book in hand. I crumble easy as I watch you fly so far away you drift and I can't find the strength I need to try nor give my spirits lift. And so from way down here I bid farewell and wish you all the best. I will be fine when I've escaped this hell and put this love to rest.