Did you ever love someone you knew didn’t care?
Did you pour out your heart, still it got you nowhere?
….Cups of Ink….
If my pen were a pistol, I’d be killing this page,
Emptying out clips of ink, releasing all my rage;
Squeezing until the bullets inside this pen go dry,
Aiming at every issue that made me laugh or cry.
If my pen were a pistol, I’d go on a killing spree,
Shooting with extreme prejudice all the words you sent to me;
Shooting with no intention of protecting the position I’m in,
Firing out these poems of rage, knowing in the end I’ll win.
If my pen were a pistol, I’d shoot till these words were spent,
Targeting my heart and soul where I keep my feelings pent.
I’d let every shell rain free letting loose on love and lust.
If my pen were a pistol, yeah, I’d let the hammer burst.
By Travis McCourt