For if we were two paper planes flying Mine would be crumpled, damaged, and missing pieces necessary for flying but hers would be perfect, neat, and clean it would be flying smoothly taking loops as if she had no cares in the world but it would make a wrong turn and come crashing into mine and there we would stay intertwined as if fate had meant for it to happen but she would soon realize and fly away though her plane would no longer be perfect it would have pieces missing, by fault of mine, it would be dirty, reminisce of mine her plane would fly far away, no longer making time to loop around carelessly My plane would fall to the ground, for it was barely flying before, as she would take the final piece of my plane with her when she left, but i would not blame her, for it was worth every second, i would remember every word we shared, and i would love her forevermore. Tw: Abuse