by QUINN! » Mon Feb 26, 2024 7:36 am
your words spill out from your lips like ink from a pen cartridge, which pours out into my thoughts like my brain's a piece of paper you take all of your displeasure out on.
you're trying to apologise; worried eyes and lips turned into a pitiful frown,
and oh i know you tried. tried so deeply to prevent it, to hold it back.
and maybe, rather, you wished you'd poured vibrant paint onto the paper like a canvas, ready to be devoted to you; to willingly accept anything you caused upon it, no matter the intention or the careless impulsion.
but it's too late, the spillage has happened, and the piece of paper is soaked from the ink that wrecked havoc upon it and tore through it- the thin piece of paper that was at its breaking point.