Sunday, December 27, 2009

Writing Us Together.

You told me we're not good for each other.
I said I saw what you meant
I said I agreed.
I'm such a liar.

You flew away to Old Virginny
Saying "this isn't the way I want it,
but I'll only manipulate you"
you left me alone with my pen

I went home to my desk
opened our book of secrets
drew my pen, red as my love
and began writing us together.