That made me way more happy than it should have.
Today's poem is brought to you by my number of reads being a drug reference!!
It's really short but enjoy!
Letter's POV
In the past year I was held by five different sets of hands.
They were all so different yet they all had one thing in common;
they were all tense.
Some were sweaty, some were gentle, some would run the nail of their thumb down my side others would crinkle me at the corners or pinch in new crease marks.
Tiny, salty raindrops have pokadotted my white and black surface.
Even a drop of blood from a deep cut the I had inflicted on already damaged hands.
When I was born I radiated warmth from the printer.
Now I just radiate sadness and...defeat.
Another thing those hands had in common;
none of them wanted to hold me,
they all wished I didn't exist.
And I agree with them.
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Weird Dear Evan Hansen One-Shots!
FanfictionOne-shots and other short stories influenced by the musical by Steven Levenson, Benj Pasek, and Justin Paul. (I do not own any of these characters or any part of the actual musical). This is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoy it!
