Bleeding With Ink
I glide
Softly
Swiftly
On the paper
Never thinking I might hit a bump
Suddenly
Precious colorful ink bleeds through the parchment
The rush
Of my heart
I once thought I had control
I was used to my natural beat
Now I found the truth
My truth was not real
I once thought markers where steady, safe, and predictable
But it bled through my paper
Leaving a stain
Markers are permanent
Same as my heart