The potential of the blank page



The potential of the blank page… I am a blank page.
What will you write on me? What will the story be?
Let’s start, make your mark, on my skin. Begin and
let it be dark, let it be stark, let it burn. I want to
burn for you.

You don’t fit in here. Not really. You are the exception
that broke many of my rules. I want to know you
better, I want to know you more, which is your favourite
sweater and just how loud you snore. A slip of the
tongue, something’s begun and you can’t go back to un-
knowing. What is happiness? What even is happiness?