In Pencil

*This poem was inspired by a poet, who wrote a poem with the same title. And her words struck a cord in my heart,and with that here it goes. This is a spoken word piece*


I started to write you a love poem
but my pen went dry
sort of like this thing called love
that you claimed would never die
now i'm stuck tryna scratch out
the pain and heartbreak
while you laugh at my tears an
my confusion is a game to you

but when I looked at this paper
I chalked that one up to you
a master of my fates
not one to cry
damn sure not over spilled milk
who thought team should just be I

thought i could die at the thought of loosing you
but who would eva knew that you'd felt that way too
up to bad you lost me like a star in the sky
to hard to get back after you called me her name
now I am tryna to think, should I "set it off"
or just "wait to exhale" cause either way
you brotha kiss my ass and go to hell

lookin back I should of listen and learned
writing in pen is like writing in stone
I can't erase what I've done, and neither can you
but I betcha will agree with this next part is true
cause just like the matrixs I got two choices and
one aint you
So give me that pencil
cause I'm threw with You