lined, dotted, blank—
either way, words are written in me:
a thin piece of paper.
I carry what people write,
words I have no choice in,
but I hold them anyway,
with quiet glory.
and yet, despite bearing
the massive weight of ink,
vandalized,
I still get crumpled,thrown,
and worst of all—ignored.
perhaps it wasn’t exactly what they wanted to say,
but what went away in that moment.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 11:11 AM UTC
lined, dotted, blank—
either way, words are written in me:
a thin piece of paper.
I carry what people write,
words I have no choice in,
but I hold them anyway,
with quiet glory.
and yet, despite bearing
the massive weight of ink,
vandalized,
I still get crumpled,thrown,
and worst of all—ignored.
perhaps it wasn’t exactly what they wanted to say,
but what went away in that moment.