Paper cut

the letter of my life
torn
split right down the middle
as if you were on a bad date
and the guy asked the girl to split the bill with him
awkward when the tearing sound echos
in a room full of people you barely know
uncomfortable, like a paper cut
on the part of your finger where you usually hold a pen
not enough neosporin could heal this wound
just open
painful
it stings
to know that the one that you loved
is the murderer of your sheet of paper
they tore you
they cut you
they crumpled you up
and didn't even recycle you
because in there eyes all you ever were
was just
trash