I have one minute to write out a poem

One pencil I think I have broken

And one broken heart

I'm taping together

So I took this broken pencil

And I pushed it to the page

The lines that I was making

Start to scream your name

So I sit back wondering

If I deserve it

You make my mind blank

Make my time slow

But I really don't need

I have time

Girl, it's none of your buisness

But I guess your close

So we might as well do this

You dont have a name

Or a penny

So I'll pay for the groceries

With useless paper money

And I fixed your ceiling fan

You are so hot, honey

When your car broke down

I spent the night

Under your hood

You didn't give a thank you

Even when my hands were ******

From the corners of my broken heart

From all the metal you left rusting

The oil and the blood

Don't look so poetic

In the afternoon sun

Is there dirt on my face

When I walk back up to your place

To say that your car works

And I guess you won't be needing me

So I gave up on trying

To win you over

Each time I came up for breath

You push me back under

The waves of dying come slow now

To all of us

Nothing a cigarette

and a beer won't fix

I'm going home

I don't need this

I need a fire

But you only

wanted sparks again