It used to be my gift
Being able to apply words 
To thoughts, emotions:
EXPRESSION

It used to be my gift,
this writing, 
this ink on paper, THIS.

You came crawling,
Took me in the dark
Clawed my mouth shut 
And stole my words
Pilfered my lock and key
And made me your slut

It used to be my gift,
And I want it back.

This is all I've ever wanted;
Was to pick apart that day
And put the pieces back together,
My way.

It's all I ever wanted,
Paper and Pen.
Give me back my 
innocence.