Erase My Words

You said I was your favorite book
because you were the only one who could read me

Little did I know
that you would spill coffee on my pages
and tear me here and there

You may have known each chapter
but you were the antagonist at its very heart

I let you skim my words
and you did so without any delicacy

I thought it was creative and lovely
until I found several of my sentences
scratched out and replaced with your antonyms

My once smooth surface corrupted by your
callused hands
rough from pressing your fingers too tightly
on my paper skin

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