Eunoia #Wattys2016

Papercuts

My body was wide, my souls had lines
But luckily, you don't seem to mind

I was merely a paper, marked much with gray,
But you were permanent black, a sharpie astray

I couldn't erase you from my thoughts,
Even if you seemed to make my mascara turn to blots

Your traces were dark, kinda like my soul,
And I tried desperately to love you, as if I was undoubtedly whole

But my thoughts were crumpled, my mind tattered and torn
My heart undeniably rumpled, Completely adorn

Paper cuts are small, and I made them all
I'm sorry I made you bleed, but it's better than letting you fall

You're hurt now, but I can't secede,
I know if I do, you'll fail to see...

How something as fragile as paper,
can cut and hurt you so deeply