For You

It’s fine, fucking take it.

I’ve been needing a new one, anyways.

I pulled this one out of the trash two years back,

Smoothed out the pages the best that I could.

It’s still pretty creased, still stained,

But with that satisfying scent of old paper and ink,

And a new author’s note in the foreword.

It’s been a good run at the typewriter, but

I don’t need this one anymore. It’s a shadow.

Maybe you could shed some light,

Or maybe I’d like you to burn it.

Could you, please?

Set me on fire from the inside, out.

Be a heart-thief and an arson.



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