Torn Notebook Pages

Torn notebook pages

Once pure

Then ink seeps in

Staining

Perhaps corrupting

One mistake

Then fatalities

The last mistake

My casualty

Roughly

Ripped apart

Thrown away

Carelessly

For you are nothing but trash

To me, at least

Riiiip

(A/N: sometimes the most random, everyday things, like ripping a page from your notebook, hold the deepest meanings (one that my poem perhaps did not convey to its fullest potential. Sue me D I'm human... lol). Please review