Love Paper Cuts

Love paper cuts

little scratches that shouldn't hurt

and yet they sting so much.


Once upon a time, you loved me.

We were together, every day.

Our lives were busy, but you begged me to stay

an extra hour, an extra minute,

anything to prolong 

the eventual inevitable goodbye.


Once upon a time, you called me each night

to say "I love you" before I turned out the light.

I felt so free, I could tell you all my fears and worries,

my joys and dreams,

and you'd listen,

and then share your own with me.


Once upon a time, you gave me gifts simply because.

You wrote me a note every morning to read

to let me know you were thinking of me.

You called me beautiful, and I believed

despite what my eyes deceived.

You held me when I cried, wiped tears from my eyes

and made me feel like

I was worth something, for once in my life.


Once upon a time, you loved me.


Love paper cuts tore the pages my soul,

my fairy tales romance came to a close

the day you told me I didn't make you happy anymore

began the paper cuts.


Love paper cuts in the way

you never call to see if I'm okay.

Love paper cuts in the way

you no longer write me everyday 

and if you do, it's only a reply

to something I sent you.

Love paper cuts in the way

I'm afraid to speak

because I don't want to be a burden to your growing list of needs.

Love paper cuts in the way

when you say I'm pretty,

it feels like a test of my self esteem.

Love paper cuts in the way

I only get you one day a week,

if that.

I understand you're busy, I understand your life needs you

but I miss when I used to be

the one who was you life, your love.

Love paper cuts in the way

you say I love you, but the words don't stay

washed away like sunshine in the rain.


Once upon a time, you loved me,

and I went to bed so happy to be your girl.

Now every night I weep,

my own secret I keep

so by the next day I am able to get up and smile your way,

and not fall to pieces

from a thousand little paper cuts

that have cut up all of me.

My friends ask me why I stay,

why would I remain for something that causes

this much damage, this much pain

because the truth is even if you don't love me like you did

once upon a time

I'm still head over heels

crazy for you

and I hope someday I'll be able to be enough,

to show you we can be happy,

all you need is here with me.

But I'm scared that when that day comes

I won't be,

for I'll be shredded to shards of nothing

by your love paper cuts.

Love paper cuts

little scratches that shouldn't hurt

and yet they sting so much.


But, once upon a time, you loved me.

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