About You Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

So you think that was about you?
Sharpening a pencil to a very fine point.
Are you looking to stab or jab someone.
A forced submission.
Was that the stipulation?
A plea for a little commission.
It was partly mine, so you owe me a hundred dimes.
Or you'll have to love me for this alloted number of days.
Okay, if you say so.
But it is kind of selfish.
A self indulgent pleasure.
Please prick me with that sword.
That sounds a little sick indeed.
But the measurement of dragging your name into everyone would be a quite a difficult one.
Shame, shame is the pride of your claims.
I'm sorry but if it is directed at you I would let you know.
Not suggest when I have dedication section right below.
So go ahead feed your ego.
But none of them are about you.
About you.
About you.
Except for this one and one other.
You want its name.
You don't say.
Well your good at making assumptions so far, so I don't think I have either have the right or should interfere in anyway of what you might think or say.
It is your make believe competition.
An idea, an invention, to something I had no idea would come to be.
Though it does not bother me.
Why because I'm not writing to satisfy you.
I write because in my life somethings are better expressed with words.
Then an emotion built upon the chest.
This is not a confession, this is not an objection.
This is an explanation not guilt set upon the dining table.
So drink your wine, and dine upon this competition you think you have going on.