I got a paper cut
but not on my finger
but on my tongue
from licking the sticky part of the envelope
The envelope with the lies you told me
the lies I told myself
the broken promises
the salty tears dripping down
the strong fumes
the kind of fumes that burn your eyes
The nightmares from my head
the cold lips in winter
broken memory
But now  
its time to close the envelope
the cut on my tongue will heal
with no scar

I'm in pain.
My head pounds terribly,
my legs shake uncontrollably,
and there's a gaping hole
in my chest.

But I can laugh,
although my eyes are saturated
with tears that sting.


I can finally laugh,
because giving up
on everything like this
will set me free.
Right?

you sit with me in my silence.
and that means more to me
than
roses and chocolate.