Your Name

In the corner of
my swelling head,
is a piece of paper
crinkled up, used
with eraser marks

Written in pencil
is your name.
Letters diligently placed
over others less deserving

Slowly, as your lips move
the words Ive dreaded hearing
ever since the first I love you,
I take my eraser and watch
what I have made for you and I
dissappear.
Letter by letter, leg by leg
we untangle.
Lips pull away spitting out the
shavings that once said your name

The last letter, unfortunetly
placed.
I cant bear to take it,
to let you erase away.
I'll just let it stay there,
etched into the lines.

Leaving indentions
of your fingertips
onto mine.