you're the one,

dear goddess of mine,

who really knows me

you're the one

who really sees me

you're the one

who really hears me

you're the one

who feels every bit of this

with me

you have been with me, watching me

as I live...

as me,

writing the book...

the book-of-me

you say that I am the author, yet

I am here, suffocating within a chapter

of devastation

and heartache

and pain

why

did I write this ?

how

did I creat this ?

my heart is breaking

and the air is too thick to breathe now...

dear goddess of mine,

come to me and help me

bring an end to this chapter

come to me and help me

begin to write a new one

or, I beg you,

come to me and help me

close this book forever