Book
My life is like a book,
And I’m ripping out every page
That mentions your name.
You know it’ll take me weeks
To shred all these chapters
That focus solely on you and me.
In the end it will be worth it,
To see your face
When I dump the pages at your feet
And set them on fire.
Even if my life will be left bare,
With empty pages and gaping holes in my story,
It’ll be worth it because I can’t go on
Turning pages and saying “I love you”.
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