You, you’re just a piece of paper in my pocket.
That’s all right?
No, you’re much more than that.
I love you.
I love you because you put clothes on my back.
I love you because you give me a shelter from the elements.
I love you because you put food on my family’s table.
Despite all you do for me, I still hate you.
I hate you because of the bloodshed you’ve caused.
I hate you because of the souls you’ve corrupted.
I hate you because people will do anything for you.
I hate you because I can’t live without you.
So, you aren’t just a piece of paper in my pocket.
You’re a life-saving blessing yet an unstoppable destructive curse.
Whoever would’ve imagined paper cuts so deep?