I laughed as the gift receipt fell to the floor, The one for the gift I bought before you ended us. You no longer deserve the chance To return this last piece of me, Not after how you tore at my heart. You cannot trade this in for something more fitting, As you did with me, As you did with us. I want you to see this everyday And to know what youβve given up. I tear it up and throw it out, Hating and sympathizing with those shred of paper. Theyβve done far less than I to destroy us, But I far less than you. Or was it me all along?