The pages

The pages covered with feelings,
Not made for more but one.
She wanted someone to understand, someone who she knew was sure would get her reasoning.  Someone she loved with all her heart.

The pages covered in words,
Written in the dark, by memory, by night, until the sky turned blue and she headed out for somewhere only he knew.

She wanted the voices to stop, she wanted to stop scribbling in her journal of all the things they said. She wanted her father one day to see her wedding.

But she couldn't handle it. 
She was trapped in her own mind, when he was asleep because she only person who loved her the most,  wasn't to keep.

The pages, covered in blood.
She put a gun to her head, smiled at the world. 
He did understand, he didn't accept it but he understood. 
He suffered everyday. 

The pages,
Covered in love.
Made for the one person that she loved most.

The pages crumble,

She takes her own life,
And now shes trapped in the pages.
Forever forgotten,
But her memory still lives on.

He reads the poems, the stories, the drawing and notes she left for him. All the letters she secretly wrote behind his back if this happened one day.

The pages,
Filled with awful memories of who he loved and still loves,
Years from now,
The pages help her memory live on and yet it helps none.