Telling paper my thoughts she keeps my secrets.
I'd tell you but the issue would be trusting you to keep it.
Paper keeps me grounded in my feelings.
She knows the truth even when the words don't mean it.
She feels the intention in the strokes of my pen.
With every line she proves to be limitless.
An infinite realm of ideas where the mind can feel the power of pure potentiality.
But at the same time she challenges my sanity.
No form of parody in her love its stronger than gravity.
Through my own sense of hubris I'm using her for vanity.