Burnt pages

I let you live in the lines

of my poetry

you died in my mind

a long time ago

holding on for life

I had to let you go

letting you know

what it's like to fall

like when you

pushed me down

so many times

I had to crawl

it's hard to count

the scars on my back

reaching out for you

to save me

I pulled it back

you betrayed me

I let you live in my lines

a rhyme

for the pronunciation

of your name

I could not find

you asked me if I

could spare a dime

I gave you a dollar

75

you walked away

the look on your face

priceless

1.75 for a slice

of humble pie

I'm the reason why

you're still alive

still breathing

in my lines

I've killed you

a thousand times

stopped your heart

in my thoughts

no crime