The little blue writing at the bottom
says it can take me back to the beginning.
But it doesn't know the half of it.

The late nights; the lies
The corsets unbuckled
and disgarded amongst
the pages I wrote of us.
That you never saw.

The look in your eyes
That I would have killed
to see up close and personal

The sheer lust I felt, wishing my hands were yours.

They hold half the words, the other half is lost;
Save for our fading memories