I am empty,
I am heavy,
or full on nothingness.

I am a black hole,
I swallow light bulbs
and spit out splinters.

I used to think
I wore heavy armor
until I met someone
made entirely of stone.

I used to think
that I was strong
until I met someone
who crumpled me up,
ripped the edges,
burned my pages,
until the words blurred
and there was nothing
left to read at all.