hidden behind these carved letters

➻ʷⁱˡᵗᵉᵈ ˡᵃᵛᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ

i am that rhymeless poetry in other people's book of confusion.
the one left unfinished.
no one dared to unfold me for I lack creativity. i don't wear fancy words nor fancy paragraphs. i just wore the simplest of the words because i want them to not just fancy me, but understand me as well.

i am that ripped page from your novel-like life.
the one left unread.
no one dared to read what's behind me or throw a single glance at me. no one dared to show their interest on me for i am just a fragment of a novel i once loved. a novel i once belonged to.

i was that misunderstood metaphor.
the one left inscrutable.

[A.J]