I've sharpened this pencil
to write you a poem
20 years old
I've lightened up a candle
to read it aloud on my own
words of gold
Endless lines run away and out
the fiber hard brains
won't ever let them sprout
But you
It's you and I fall apart
like the weaker magnets
from a magnetic chart
and it bumps my head on the floor.
From both sides here
I'm not the one
who wants it more.
