Day One
January 25, 2009
snip snip
cut cut
snip snip
cut
break…
drop the scissors
you cut too deep
the paper outlining of your heart
begins to bleed
post it notes to patch it up
kiss viens like memos on desks
leaving behind residue
of forgotten messages
and lost memories
yet
you continue to cut
hoping that the sound of dripping blood
will silence the noise it makes when the scissors
rip apart your paper heartI bitched out the ending. Had a lot of other shit going on at the time. Couldn’t write straight. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
