Oh my god I'm alright.

10.16.2009

jackie said write when i said eat.

The scissors were not sharp
and the table not level
when you cut me out of your life.

This is how it felt:

like someone took a paper crane and tried to make it into a paper snowflake; cutting all sorts of holes that would never be symmetrical when it opens up. I'm opened up. 
We didn't even kiss.




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