The pen is mighty in what it draws
Sharp lines and soft angles
Lengthening infinitely
Shortening my life
Cut by the paper you ply
Shallow by the thousands
Invisible to the naked eye
Peering through a thick lens
Focusing with all your might
Pinpointing the broad orange sun
Burning your signature with the light
I'd tell you to stop
Toss out my safe word
At the top of my lungs
But it would be the biggest lie ever heard
As the pain reminds me I'm alive
And that I love you
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