She twirls
Her golden hair
Between her fingers
As she looks down
And begins
To ink her thoughts
For the hundredth
Time today
She figures
At some point
It will all make sense
And maybe
She can get this
Out of her head
And off her chest
But no matter
How many times
She recites the same lines
It will never bring
Back the love
She has lost
Or erase
The pain she has felt
And continues to feel
Each day
So she keeps on  
Writing
Until her hand becomes numb
And the words
Become one
Jumbled mess
That she hopes
Will bring them back