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I will fold your promises awayAnd keep them in my back pocket,
Forgotten until they are stolen from me,
Because your words are paper thin.
Before you rip my bleeding heart
From the safety of my chest,
I will ask you to fold it neatly
Until you need it again.
Tear me apart, limb for limb,
Use each puzzle piece as you see fit,
But remember I have unkept promises
In the back pocket of my old jeans.
Crush me or break me or split me in two,
Your words will be your downfall,
Paper always triumphs
Over the brutality of crumbling rocks.