Vapid

A simple and clean sheet of white

Pressed and ironed into crisp angles

That Man kept the sheet

Innocent and tethered

In His pocket for 16 seasons

Threadbare and torn, this fragile paper was

That Man became repulsed by his creation

And discarded the adulterated scrap

A simple and clean sheet of white

Untouched by tainted hands

Witnessed this poor mutilated piece

Trying to press and iron

Herself into the immaculate being

She once was

She is fragile and worn

Each tear and crinkle is a chapter

Of her saddening story

 

He fell in love with this tarnished yet unsullied scrap

And yearned to join her in this cruel yet beautiful world

He wanted to mend her tears

To erase her defects

It was a nice mix of her admirable Tenacity

The sin of Innocence

The permanent destruction of His Mutilation

Her simple Complexity

And traces of fading scars

That made her so beautiful

To only him

 

The boy never learned

That we can always erase these marks

But the scars will still remain

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