A Maverick Among Diehards

The Crow's-Foot Heart

With every cruel word my paper heart crumbles

With every slap

With every push

It crunches.

You may not mean to do it; you may not know

But please know my heart aches from the abuse you put it through

While I will always forgive you my heart never will

For it has folded in on itself

I love you,

Yes I love you

But you don't care.

I can only hope

That one day someone will come and reopen my dear broken heart.

Because when you crumple a paper heart the creases will never go

Like scars waiting to be reopened;

The creases wait for another reason to wrinkle.

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