So I know it’s a little late, but this is my Valentine’s post. (By the way, I had an amazing night on Valentine’s Eve. I took an amazing and beautiful girl to a banquet hosted by the college, then we went mini-golfing and had loads of fun. )
This poem could’ve gone a few different ways, like the melancholy way most of my poems go. But I decided Valentine’s has enough depression surrounding it, so I’d change things up a bit. I like the way it turned out, and hope you do, too. So without further adieu, here is…Paper Cuts.
Paper Cuts
My hand is now bleeding
From a fresh paper cut
As I try to write;
But I’m stuck in a rut
See, I can’t think straight
Whenever you’re around.
I can’t say anything right;
Nothing witty, or profound.
So I thought I might
Write a letter to you
Saying all the things
I don’t, but always mean to.
So don’t mind the blood
That’s turned into a stain
For the feelings that I have for you
Outweigh this small pain.
My head is now bleeding
From a gaping hole
That a flying bullet left
As it passed through three seconds ago.
But don’t worry about me;
I will be alright
Since the men who tried to hurt you
Have fled into the night.
As long as you are safe:
That’s all that matters to me.
And if that means my death,
Then my death means victory.
So don’t mind my blood
As it grown into a stain
For my love for you
Far outweighs the pain.
My heart is still bleeding
From a gaping hole
That you, my love, have left
When you passed on three days ago.
You were my guiding star
When I lived in life’s night.
When all was once wrong,
You came and made it right.
In darkness throughout the years
A light, you’d always shine.
Though I did once save your life,
It was you who truly saved mine.
So even though your heart
May never beat again.
I know I’ll see you soon,
And that helps me ignore this pain.
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