This Is About You
August 10, 2009 by lastgunslinger
I stripped the pen to its core.
Peeled the skin off to reveal.
Burned down the keyboard clicks
as though sounds could burn.
Squeezed the sponge dry.
No pretensions, now.
I love you.
I love you more.
I love you most.
I hate you for a day.
I strip the pen to its core.
