Empty Voids Never Filled

SHE WAS SELFLESS LITTLE THING

For years I came to you;
I set down, told you my story,
you listened but never looked;
your eyes fixed on the face of the white paper;
you tried to fill with words.

Telling my story;
how you saw it.
Telling my story;
with your words.

            SHE WAS SELFLESS LITTLE THING

For years before I started speaking;
you were the one filling the space with words,
as empty as your heart.
You told me that you never had a story of your own to write,
never had anything on your mind,
your mind's imagination long gone.
You told me you needed language the same way a car might need fuel.
But I do not believe that to be true.
You needed words and stories,
so you could turn them into lies.

            SHE WAS SELFLESS LITTLE THING
            LOVED AS NO ONE KNEW POSSIBLE

The words you used to cover the paper;
were not words of truth, not words of bliss.
Those were the words only a vicious person could use.
Because you knew the truth,
I was never selfless; I was only ever the opposite.
SHE WAS SELFISH LITTLE THING
That is what should be facing the white paper.
It might not be what people wanted to hear;
but it was the truth.
And if you do not tell my story the way you should;
But rather fill it with lies,
Will I become just another one of your little
ticks?
Another one of your puppets?
No, I will not let that to be the truth.

            SHE WAS SELFISH LITTLE THING
            LOVE WAS NEVER A PART OF HER
            FOR SHE NEVER CAME ACROSS IT
            HER SHADOWS WERE DARKER;
            DARKER THEN THE NIGHT,
            YET BRIGHTER THEN THE STARS,
            SHE WAS LIKE THE GODS.
            BUT HER HEART CAME CRAWLING;
            CRAWLING FROM INSIDE.