It's tough love,
It's tough luck.
Tough ****, girl.

I apologize, never sorry though.

Did I use you?
Well, here's your answer.

The painter strokes canvas with
Whatever brush
That is necessary at the moment,
Whatever brush and stencil that
Can illuminate backgrounds and
Sharpen the depth of his mind.
And to make a long story
Short,
I'm a poet,
Unfortunately, I am always and
Constantly going to need
New and blank *** paper.
Crisp pen tips that bleed with
Ease.
New titles,
New topics...

You were just a series that is now
Very much old and very much
Over.