{Paper Body 

Your crinkling paper body, 
A blank canvas for all to write. 
Ink scribbles appearing with every pitiful glance. 
A glare, "Disgraceful." 
Words dance on your fingertips,
Oh how they love to read them, 
Your body like an open book. 
A sneer,  "Pathetic."
There's no way to put up a facade,
They can read through your skin.
And oh how they love to write their poems. 
A push, "Weak"
A piece of paper, folded in their hands,
An origami swan trapped in a world of letters,
Only to be crumpled into a ball. 
A punch, "Powerless" 

But occasionally, he will write a song upon your heart. 
A kiss, "Loved"}