I Wish
If I could find a magic eraser,
One to rub you out completely,
I would be a happy woman.
All I’d have to do is blow a little
To clear the residue you left behind;
No smudges left to mar my paper.
Instead I choose to write in pen,
Unwilling to use even erasable ink.
It never fully disappears anyway.
White out still stands out like a black out,
Even when expertly applied between the lines.
The only solution to complete freedom is burning the paper.
I refuse to let you make everything else worth losing though.
Besides, don’t they usually say we learn from our mistakes?
I won’t allow you to matter enough to change every else.
As a result, my erroneous ways stay with me.
People like you never really make their exit.
So there you sit, like an acne scar on my face.
Copyright © 2011 Natasha Guy
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