Paper cuts.

I cut myself over and over
In hopes that if I bleed enough
That the parts of you in my blood
Will seep away and let my heart
Repair the tear that your fears left
The hardest part isn’t not touching you
The hardest part isn’t not telling you
The hardest part isn’t not seeing you
The hardest part is destroying every single word I write you
Because you asked me not to be me
Which makes me feel like I never really knew you.
That when I said those words first, and when you said them back
They were as empty as I am now.
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