Paper Cuts And Broken Hearts
An attempt to erase every memory that bares your name.
But every thought you’ve forgiven, what was there has become dust.
Yet, I pray for its resurrection: when I should just accept?
And come to terms with its demise: an attempt to hate you!
For my deepest scar.
Because what we had, now are just fragments.
My blood flowed from your hands.
Heartless. Soulless. You could not care less.
You drove these splinters deeper.
Why won’t I let you die?!
Your razors. My wrist.
My tears. Your kiss.
And here I lay: cold and pale.
Nothing you can say will be enough to cure these paper cuts and broken hearts!
These words replace my tears.
Each letter a pound of hatred.
Now, I’ll choke every of you.
As once you’re gone.
And your razors. My wrist.
Then your tears. My kiss.
