Calligraphy pen

the nub, so sharp and lovely
full of life and prowess
as I stab it into my ink well
wonderful, red and dark as it seeps into the paper
as I write these words to you,
a love letter of my deepest affection
And sometimes it hurts so badly to love you
I'm not sure why
I cry out for you, even when I know you're not there
I don't care
I will write in elegant strokes until the day I die for you
flowing movements of my archaic pen
ignore the wound on my hand
and begin

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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