Just an Idea
Metaphor
Pointless Hope
Paradox
Trust
Accountable
Stay or Leave
Feeling
Just Friends
Papercut
Worth
Apocalypse
Broken Record
Cursed
Wounded
Move On
Muse
Insignificant
Rock, Paper, Scissors
Allegiance
"I Love You"
Closing Letter
Papercut
When my finger met the paper, in a brief love affair, it took my blood as a trophy.
Then the red droplets created a beautiful mess as it sank into the dead white wood.
It stung badly, and it continued to hurt as I went on a mission to find a bandage that
could keep the crimson art inside of me, instead of spilling it everywhere.
When I wiped the excess blood away I saw nothing, yet I was still in pain.
But what hurts the most right now is my heart, because just like I couldn’t
see the papercut, you can’t see my broken heart either, and it is bleeding heavily.
Because of you.
And I can’t seem to find a bandage big enough to heal the
hole you left in my dying heart.
© Epic Novella,
книга «(U)s».
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