SCRAP’S OF PAPER

I opened my heart and you thru your shit into it, how am I supposed to fuck under these conditions ? You with your scrap’s of paper that never really pay back scattered over the bed. Your lie’s and mine, yes you never knew about mine. The lie’s have to remain unsaid, buried in a deep place with the rest of your indiscretions. I used to love you but it felt like punishment, I had to protect myself from my fears, my delusions. So, now I carry a rock, it’s heavy and it’s scraping my skin leaving pools of blood and liquor behind me, but it’s mine, nothing belongs to you anymore, aside from the occasional tear and a slice of meat. Thank you for showing me sorrow.

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