Vanish..

I know you’ve tried
to wipe me out
from the pages
of your book –
 silently, 
     quietly,
     soundlessly –
but I still exist.
& though to you
I am now a mere
  blot,
    a stain,
   a mistake
you so regret,
it’s my pigments
that live through
the sorrows.

I wish you would
just tear out that
page where my
heart is etched,

burn it so I can
forever vanish &
feel torment no more.

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