Paper Cuts and Broken Glass

A cycle of poems «The Last Letter I Burned Was My Own»

Your letters bleed on bedroom floor,
Each word a wound I can’t ignore.
I kept them close - now they cut deep…
Like promises I couldn’t keep.

You wrote in ink, I spoke in lies,
Watched your hope dissolve in sighs.
One page said “Stay” - I turned away…
Now every line won’t let me pray.

Paper cuts and broken glass -
That’s all that’s left of what we had.
Your words like razors, soft and thin,
My silence drove the dagger in.
I held your heart like shattered pane,
Let it slip through blood and rain.
Now every shard still calls your name…
In this house of guilt I can’t escape.

You folded dreams in neat white squares,
Left them where I’d find them - stairs,
Coffee mug, my worn-out coat -
Tiny lifelines, frail as hope.
Said, “Read me when the night gets long,”
But I ignored your paper song.
Now I clutch them, torn and stained -
With tears I should have shed back then.

I burned the bed, I smashed the frame,
Tried to purge your gentle name.
But ash still spells your “I loved you true” -
And glass still cuts like morning dew.

Paper cuts and broken glass -
That’s all that’s left of what we had.
Your words like razors, soft and thin,
My silence drove the dagger in.
I held your heart like shattered pane,
Let it slip through blood and rain.
Now every shard still calls your name…
In this house of guilt I can’t escape.

I saw you yesterday - so clean,
No trace of me in your routine.
You smiled at him, soft and bright…
While I rot in yesterday’s night.
You moved on smooth, no jagged edge -
While I bleed on every pledge
I wrote in cowardice and fear…
And never let you truly hear.

I’d give my eyes to see you whole,
My voice to speak your name full soul.
But the truth’s too sharp - it won’t be tamed:
I broke the one who called me “saved.”
You offered grace on fragile sheets…
I answered with retreating feet.
Now paper cuts won’t heal - they burn…
With every lesson I should’ve learned.

Paper cuts and broken glass -
The altar where my love collapsed.
Your letters scream what I denied,
While I just watched you slowly die.
I held your heart like shattered pane,
Dropped it once - and dropped again.
Now every wound still bears your name…
In this hell I built from shame.

So let the wind take every page,
Let time erase my foolish rage.
But even when the ink runs thin…
Your love still cuts me deep within.
Paper cuts…
Broken glass…
I lost you…
And it’s my cross…
To bleed…
Forever…
Because I let you pass.