Not for me

You want me?
I’m here.
I’m a blank, empty notebook,
and you can tear out my pages.
I’m a white, pristine canvas
for you to pour onto.
I’m here to give all,
I’m here to take all
that you want to loose,
and I’ll never ask you
to give what I need –
I know you don’t have it,
at least not for me.

Alenka H., 2022

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