Paper.
White, possibly.
Stamped with a seal.
Signed by two parties,
and some witnesses.

An official legal document.
Granting special privileges.
Privileges desired by many.
Given only to some.

What this paper isn’t,
love, trust, partnership,
equality, or binding.

This paper does not hold accountability.
It doesn’t prevent pain,
emotional or physical.
Just a false sense of security.

It doesn’t make desire.
Desire to be with someone.
Someone special.
To love someone,
despite any flaws.

It doesn’t require apologies.
For wrongs done,
intentionally or not.

It doesn’t generate smiles,
or laughter at a shared joke.

It doesn’t offer companionship.
It won’t have your back.
Fight with you when you need it.
Share in the ups and downs,
that are life.

Paper is just paper.
Something easily broken.
Ripped to pieces.

True love and companionship.
Not as easy to break.