—+
on a piece of paper,
the only thing written is
you.
i tear it to shreds
for it is
unsightly.
however, it
pester.
each shredded piece
still held your
name.
i burned it to
ashes
but from the dust
formed something
inexplicable.
and it made me
regret
ever writing your
name
on a mere piece of
paper.
because the simple
gesture of
affection
turned into a
monstrosity
they call
love.
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@alclainn
