Rip it,
Make it bleed.
Go on and tear this paper heart of mine.
We both know you want to.
I can handle it…
Really, I can.
Don’t worry about me being on my own…
After all, I’ve got the memories of you.
Of staying up every night,
And talking until we fell asleep.
I remember clearly everything you said,
The voice that made me fall in love…
The laugh that made me feel like a little girl,
All over again…
I remember your eyes… so full of pain…
They made me melt.
But why does any of that matter anymore?
Go on,
Destroy my flimsy paper heart,
This time do it for good,
I’m sick of picking up the pieces…
…And taping it back together.














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