the ink in my pen scars the paper in my notepad,
endlessly tainting the beautiful empty with your name.
little cuts of black, ice skates across the pages.
with or without you.
we're permanent.
-your name.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Puisigive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
