The words danced on the page, laughing at me.
Love? Desire? Ha!
They taunted me with
every stroke of the pen.
So cool, so cultured, my voice,
a voice so familiar to the words
whose identities always eluded grasp.
Ink salivated from the mind down, forming
a coherent puddle on paper, as my
letters blurred and ran together,
mocking and outsmarting me,
and all I could in return was
laugh back at them as
the crumpled paper
flew past the rim
of the trash bin.
They danced no more.
Love? Desire? Ha!
They taunted me with
every stroke of the pen.
So cool, so cultured, my voice,
a voice so familiar to the words
whose identities always eluded grasp.
Ink salivated from the mind down, forming
a coherent puddle on paper, as my
letters blurred and ran together,
mocking and outsmarting me,
and all I could in return was
laugh back at them as
the crumpled paper
flew past the rim
of the trash bin.
They danced no more.