Leaving me a little smaller each time
But more pointed, ready to attack.
Then I do, with my mighty sword
And leave myself feeling dull and useless.
I don't even know what I'm writing anymore
But I can't stop - the shavings keep falling away.
I used to give you professions of love
All I hoped we'd be, and thought we were.
But I couldn't keep writing the same thing forever
Had to change, mighty sword sabotaged itself.
Bleeding my own blood, tasting me, isn't the same
And I miss you.
--4.15.09
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