Poems by Me

Pencil

Out of all of the choices you had laid out for you, you chose me.

I don't know why you chose me, but I was happy... At first.

I loved the way you held me and touched me with your soft fingertips, until the day you turned into someone I never wanted to be with.

I remember it clearly; you held me by my neck and dragged me against the papers strewn across your desk.

I cried out for help, but no one came to my aid.

Your words hurt like blades, each moment you interacted with me felt like being stripped of my layers

You ground me down till I was nothing. I was a hollow and useless nub; a ghost of my former self that wasn't worth using anymore, so you threw me away.

This poem may sound like an abusive relationship, but in reality it's just the life of a pencil.