I have a pen, but it doesn't write that well
The sploches fill my paper as it mixes with my tears
They seem never to end this time of the year
But I keep writing regardless
I write about your insensitive tone
With words that one can describe as elegant
About how you would call me forbidding
But others dare to say you are undeserving of me
And despite the blotches on my pages
You have not dared to leave my mind for ages
You go in circles and have the audacity to plague my dreams
Is this a punishment? where I cannot beg or scream
But I must wallow and write with this pen
It starts and stops and starts again
Been like that for a while
Maybe it skips for the same reason you do
The paper is an unrequited love
The ink begs not to feel its touch
But yet it is out of its control, so it stops writing entirely
But alas, I cannot do the same with you
I cannot refrain from my elegant words
Because there is no other way to describe you
Your imperfections are perfect to my love-blinded eyes
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC
I have a pen, but it doesn't write that well
The sploches fill my paper as it mixes with my tears
They seem never to end this time of the year
But I keep writing regardless
I write about your insensitive tone
With words that one can describe as elegant
About how you would call me forbidding
But others dare to say you are undeserving of me
And despite the blotches on my pages
You have not dared to leave my mind for ages
You go in circles and have the audacity to plague my dreams
Is this a punishment? where I cannot beg or scream
But I must wallow and write with this pen
It starts and stops and starts again
Been like that for a while
Maybe it skips for the same reason you do
The paper is an unrequited love
The ink begs not to feel its touch
But yet it is out of its control, so it stops writing entirely
But alas, I cannot do the same with you
I cannot refrain from my elegant words
Because there is no other way to describe you
Your imperfections are perfect to my love-blinded eyes
I wrote this last year when I was despretly in love