June 10, 2011

A POEM

Loving you is impossible, because you're you and I'm me
If I were paper you'd be the scissors that cut me to shreds
But why am I the victim?
why don't I send you peace and erase your number?
Or better yet, change my number and skip town
Either way, I would still think about you and cringe every time I see scissors

-Lucy Walsh

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