Grace? Are you there?
I think I know what's wrong.
I thought you were me,
a projection on the page,
I didn't realise you came alive,
that you outgrew me.
I wrote you so vividly,
so strong, so powerful
then I dragged you through my own pain
gave you a broken heart too
how wrong of me, how harsh
I denied you your story, the one that makes sense
I've written what I wanted, and now we're sitting on the fence
I know the way you end, I hold it deep inside,
and its time I face the truth and write the way it should be
Come back, I know I pushed you away
but you are not me and I am myself
and I've realised that's ok.