I'm a buoy, floating, rocking how the waves will flow

Bobbing up and down however the current will move

I can see from here the horizon,

i witness how each day it shines and gloom

I can see from here the shore,

how the waves rush around me to reach it

and rush back again and past me.

I long to reach the horizon and shore,

but as freely i seem to move,

i am tied at place.

I'm that withered leaf from a tree

Free falling

Weightless as i hit the ground

Crisp by the harsh sun,

drained of my once vibrant color

I'm balancing through my wilt,

swaying to the gentle gush breeze of the air.

A passerby unknowingly stepped on me

I heard the crush of my thousand pieces crumbling

The same gentle breeze blew my pieces away

And now i am litter.

I am that bottle of beer you're nursing for hours now

I liked how your lips linger on mine as you ponder on your thoughts

I gasp whenever you drown on my contents

And wince when you slam me hard back on the table

It hurts how hard you grip me

I am the one who feels all this pain,

but why you are the one crying?

With anguish and hate in your eyes

You threw me away,

breaking loudly on the ground

My shards all over the place

Have i served my purpose?

Please dont cry anymore

I am that cigarette you put in your lips with trembling hands.

As fire lights me,

i can see your tear strained eyes

Mascara and eyeliner flowing on your cheeks

The heaving of your shoulders from your sob

And how you sway your head from side to side as if regretting this very moment

On your side i see many me down to their butts, crushed.

You put me again at your lips

and drew a long breath from me,

as i wait for my inevitable,

i wonder,

how many me will make you ok?

Please dont cry anymore.

I am that paper you crumpled

And uncrumpled

And tore apart to the most mangled way you can

I am yet another paper

Anticipating while the pen hangs above me

You let out an angry sigh

And pushed down hard your writing on me

Vigorous strokes, bold and angry

You can almost tear through me on how rough you scribble

You paused

With anticipation i readied myself to be crumpled and torn again like the ones before me

But this time,

you hit your head on me

A moment later

A warm stream flowed

It runs with the ink in me and smudged on your writing

Snifling,

you looked at me again.

Why are you crying?

Please don't cry anymore.

With all i am,

please use me and when you are done.

Please don't cry anymore.