Pencilshavings

I'll shave myself of you

Guess this was way overdue

You never were my boo, anyway

Feels like deja vu

Chagrin et fermeture pour deux

But I don't care anyway

Your blade runs back and forth

Against my back, cut me short

I love the idea that is you

You sharpen up my mind

I'll leave a mark for you this time

To keep record

Of our pain

On paper