A poem

A poem I read over and over again

You were my sun, you were my world

The dream I dreamt day and night 

The wretched memory in my mind

I can't see to get you out of my sight 

You were the words I wrote all over my notebook, the one thing I can not escape

My hands bound behind my back

With knotted strings i can not unlatch 

A voice that screams at my thoughts 

A wretched scene that replays over and over with no end

A thought I hate, a voice that will not leave

Now you are nothing to me

A note I can finally quit playing 

The words I can finally erase

A blocked memory that finally found its end 

A poem is what you will always be

But a poem to me is what you will never be