I want to thank you,
For sitting across a table from me sipping coffee,
Holding short conversations about life,
Just like a perfect gentleman.
You may not see it,
But I’m not used to it,
And it is nice to sit down for once
Not be treated like a paper doll,
Being undressed and redressed by men after first dates
Men who are later suprised and repulsed when they get cut by my unclean edges.
I may appear tough but the paper can tear when touched by too rough of hands,
Or exposed to too much fire.
So when I say it was different,
I mean it in the most sincere way,
Thank you for holding my gentle paper hand,
And holding meaningless paper conversations
In that paper coffee shop,
Thank you for not taking the chance to take advantage of my paper heart
And letting me be the fragile little girl I can be for five seconds,
Because it is nice
And rare for me
To sit across a table and have someone be ok with the paper version of me.