With My Pen
With my pen, I can make you disappear.
Your name would be erased from all my stories.
Your face would be but a shadow – featureless and smudged.
Words once yours would be left to ripen and spoil on trees.
And your smile that once charmed me completely?
It would fade so fast, meticulously cleaned away
like mold on the grout, in between my kitchen tiles.
Mr. Clean would be so proud of me.
Your kisses would be tougher to eradicate.
Those lips which could claim mine with such precision
and vigor; leaving me whimpering and disheveled.
Yes, it would be difficult to forget those lips.
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