papercuts.
Thin as paper.
Deep as oceans.
Why does it hurt so much?
I stand there bleeding,
Screaming, yet in vain.
Flaming sorrow, yet no one sees my pain.
Your last kiss, shredding my skin.
Thin as paper.
Deep as our love.
Tiny cuts, wholly unseen,
Searing since the day you left.
Invisible a love that might have been:
Unbroken, yet cut open in clefts.
Posted Jun 16, 2022, 3:10 PM UTC
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