paper.

[besame_]

in the midst of remembrance, I felt like a fool.
hypocrite, desiring adoration yet missing rejection.
how was it with words you wounded so deep,
and with a stare I couldn’t even conjure a peep.
i’ve convinced myself this chapter has ended,
our book was sealed shut.
but like every good author I’m tempted to open it up.
edit this, re-do that.
if only life were as simple as ink to paper.
and our ability to crinkle it up: trash can.