Accurately taking off the tape,
Didn't mean to lose you,
Or to rip you.
Told myself that it it won't be
The same.
And I won't go back to it
To see you.
My hand slipped,
A piece of you was gone.
I astonished kept my side on you,
And I laughed,
it felt so good, so wrong,
So relieving,
Even...immature.
You're not in my notebook anymore,
Edges first... and then you're gone
In pieces.
Will they wonder? Like it matters, though
I'm surprised that
I don't even miss you.
But your eyes were there
And I said "No!"
Just don't look at me
As I made crime.
That's enough.
Your picture is ripped off!
And I'd do it
Million more times...
A picture
© Copyright: Татев Габоян, 2008
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