No one listens better

No one listens better
than the pen and the paper.

The swift glide of the pen;
it does not judge,
it does not care,
it does not reject.

The paper is a busy mind,
reflecting the thoughts courageously slammed on paper.

The love,
the hate,
the in-between.

I’m sorry I have trouble talking to you,
you are not the pen nor the paper.