I never really admired back-pages,
however its the story of my life.
I turn a page, then go back.
They say I deserve better,
Better sometimes lack all the elements I tend to want back.
These back pages conceal my comforts,
Reveal all the mistakes I’ve written,
that I go back and spell check, grammatically correct!
Praying it will give me a retake,
Press rewind , soothe it over this time.
Back-pages is what holds me from a new chapter
Back-pages is the procrastination of me writing new books
Back-,pages keeps me living in old truths.
Back-pages remind me, remind me how I hate to love you,
Remind me of these hideous scars!!!
Remind me of how strong I have to be !!
Back-pages shatters the ideal fantasy I keep replaying that we are one big happy family!!!!
Displaying that fairy-tales don’t hold any truths.
Back-pages just holds me hostage in the could have’s, would have’s, should have’s
never allowing me to view,
view the potent future
Only review life’s bloopers
Back-pages, Back-pages, is a daily reminder how I need to shred these pages,
A reminder how I need to ignite that fire; let these back-pages burn away,
Maybe I can stop turning to go back to pages that are just a waste!!!!