erased

All of me is tired, a quill run dry
Where's the witch who fed me contempt like a drug?
I'd like to tell her my name
I'd like to write down the list
Of all
The lovers
She
Erased

Who's to blame if I'm a half-read book
If I tempt you to skip some pages I call "blank"?
They bleed of unkind revision
I'd like to cut off the hand
That marred
My truth
And
Left