the pen makes the pain go away

when i melt it is not for you

it is for me

the hot wax

dripping from my heart

only hurts for a second

and the pain

makes the pain

go away

 

the way i make myself twist

and turn

like a pretzel

that you share with someone

like an ordinary bite

 

the way i have made you

in my mind

makes me wonder

what a mind is for

to trick the heart

or to do its bidding

 

i do irrational things

and make art out of it

and it makes art out of me

i do not want it any other way though

everything that is open

lets everything in

and out

 

no

when i melt it is not for you

it is for me

for you

i burn

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