you are the one I love, the one I hold, and my salvation. As I write in blood I hold the tears and let my pain all unfold. I touch the pen and my world starts to uphold. I touch the pen and the pain is what I let go. I touch the pen to this paper that acts as my guidance. I touch the pen and the world makes sense. I love this pen so I'll follow it anywhere. I call this pen to take my soul on a journey. When I am one with the pen I am omniscient. I let this pen say what I won't say. I touch this pen and I can't ever be nothing. Do not misunderstand poetry is not an outlet it is my mistress that fades all away whenever I visit. When I am with her oh how the sparks fly. So I gladly touch the pen its always been there. The pen will never leave me it won't betray me. The pen has loved me and I love it too. As long as we're existing my world can always start anew.