Paper, Rock and Scissors

 

Was I lonely piece of paper you tore up,

The paper scribbled with words of hurt and rage,

The paper you abandoned viciously like a breakup,

That paper that held years and years of age,

 

Or was it her you threw and pushed down,

The rock with holes revealing her past,

The rock you tossed into the water to drown,

That rock that was ment to forever last.

 

Or could it be her you melted and degraded,

The scissors with cuts as deep as her trust,

The scissors you bent and sedated,

The scissors that made you lust.

 

It was the Paper, Rock and Scissors that you managed to beat,

But now they're all gone as if you've just clicked delete.