Chocolate Paper Cuts

"I'm not a paper cut, darling, I'm a full on, old fashioned spear through the heart..."

The cucumber echos crunched inside Emma's head as she ate her 3am salad and ruminated the break up.

Emma never knew what it was about Rachel that made her so intangible and so goddamn real.

She never knew what made their relationship so entirely confusing and so intrinsically simple.

They had met on a church nature hike back in high school, although their romantic relationship was only kindled in the secret caverns of college life. 

Emma was a quiet girl from a actively religious family and Rachel was the church rebel that thrilled Emma just by sitting next to her during mass. 

Rachel had broken everything of Emma's.

All the rules, the family bonds, the shyness, even God

Everything had shattered the moment Rachel pressed her lips against hers

The moment Rachel slipped her hand up Emma's shirt

The moment they had whispered "I love you."

Rachel broke everything

But she also pieced it back together

in her own way.

Emma was Rachel's Frankenstein monster, ugly and sad, but beautiful in the eyes of her creator

And Rachel was her doctor.

But now she wasn't here to mend Emma's broken heart.

So, Emma just sat, eating a 3am salad

Because Rachel had taken all junk food with her.

Emma knew that now everything could go back to the way it was

She knew that her parents were believers in redemption 

That all she had to do was beg for mercy in the eyes of God

And everything Rachel had broken would  be restored

The family ties, the shyness, the salvation.

But Emma didn't care

Rachel wasn't a paper cut

And she took all the junk food with her

So there was no sweetness left in her life

Rachel wasn't a paper cut

And she took all the junk food with her

And salad couldn't fill the voids that she and the whipped cream had left

Rachel wasn't a paper cut

She was a full blown, old fashion spear through the heart

And Emma knew that she couldn't be saved.