Under the glass

Under the glass

spent so many days writing for you.
I cannot get any of the time back.
The days were thrown away with frenzied fever.
And its all that I can do.
So I did it again.
It was 8000 or more
and my hands are so sore.
I will never send it to you
but it it is done.

I will do it again
and again.
feel the burn.
yes I know.
You don’t like it.
the burn is my own.

I spent so many days writing for you.
I still have the time cemented in place.
when you said not to bother.
It still has the taste.
Of rejection and malice
the bitterness.
I would rip it out
with your mouth and
your tongue.

I am not the one.
I keep my tongue
planted firmly
between my teeth.

I spent so many days writing for you.
I spent so many days writing for you.
I cannot get any of the time back.
The days were thrown away with frenzied fever.
And its all that I can do.
So I did it again.

I spent so many days writing for you.
I spent so many days writing for you.

I spent so many days writing for you.
I spent so many days writing for you.