There’s this piece of paper I own
That I fold and fold until it’s barely there
and I bury it deep within me.
This paper is my enemy
A list filled with questions but no answers,
that you will not answer.
So I fold and fold until it practically disintegrates
As if I swallowed it and the stomach acid made it disappear
But don’t be fooled for it is there
Because I don’t consume it,
it consumes me.
You will not see and you will not know
That this list has surfaced into my mind.
And once it rises to my brain, it’s no longer my enemy
It’s my love
So I fold and fold my 10 dollar bill
And sniff my list of why I hate you
Because I just can’t get enough.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
There’s this piece of paper I own
That I fold and fold until it’s barely there
and I bury it deep within me.
This paper is my enemy
A list filled with questions but no answers,
that you will not answer.
So I fold and fold until it practically disintegrates
As if I swallowed it and the stomach acid made it disappear
But don’t be fooled for it is there
Because I don’t consume it,
it consumes me.
You will not see and you will not know
That this list has surfaced into my mind.
And once it rises to my brain, it’s no longer my enemy
It’s my love
So I fold and fold my 10 dollar bill
And sniff my list of why I hate you
Because I just can’t get enough.
I don’t ******* know
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