[ scribbled on a piece of candy wrapper ]

Ever since you threw

away your meal, my

mind has been ticking

like a bomb.

tick, tick, tick.

But just hear, or

in this case, read me

out.

please flip to

the other side.

You know those people

who are beautiful but

not just by the looks

but in what they say

and just how they are?

Your words define

the beauty inside of

you, whenever you'd

randomly sing as your

hands tickled the curtains

of the window or smile when

something so simple like

a breeze falls gently

across the room, or even

when you see the sun

slowly rising upon the

blanket of blue.

I'm addicted

to words, but they are

useless and so am I,

so is it true what they

say?

You become what

you're addicted to:

useless.

But when I hear your words,

I am far from being useless.