Crumpled Paper

these tears I cry each night are less for you
but still I wake at dawn with feelings bruised.

I scrawl your name upon this crumpled page
for my affections still remain the same.

ink stains are left upon my fingertips
just as your name is left upon my lips.

I tear these pages from inside the book
knowing that you will not take a look

to see the words etched deep inside my heart
you don’t have what it takes to play the part.

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