Your sun has set,
And my butterflies flew away
But even under your moon,
I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame

these moments to be forever remembered in the words on the page.
love shown to be deserving of a story written to life.
respect to be carried in any future memories.

I fell for another boy
but he could never be you
it's been two years
and I can't stop my heart
from beating twice as fast
when I hear your name

every morning
I mourn
the loss of your good morning texts
every night
I reminisce
about your voice when you told me
I was all you ever wanted

I let you fool me
play me
hurt me
break me
and somehow still
I can't look at another boy
the way I look at you

i fell in love with a boy
who was fragile
like paper

in a way we were paper
together
i was falling apart
he was
sensitive
and vulnerable

this boy wasn't much
he was plain
save for a few typewriter smears
under his saddened eyes
and paperclip wings
adorning his back

we painted on each other

i covered him with strokes
of happiness
distractions
and a sense of
something
he was a brush upon me
reminding me of who we were
and what it meant to
know

he started to fall for me
the girl who was blown over
by a breeze
the girl who
thought eating was a bother
the girl who loved a boy
who was nothing more
than an intangible
whisper

then there we were
holding each other up
when the wind came
and took our painted bodies
ripped his paperclip wings from his back
tore our paper selves into shreds

we were blown into the world
strewn and lost

and apart

under tires
that tread terrible teeth
into our tiny pieces

stamped us into cement
and stole us
from what was

and now here we are
in what is

i can't pick myself up
because i don't know where i am
who i am
and where the paper boy i loved
has gone

out here is a world
where fragile love
and caring hearts
cannot bond
without loss
without being forgotten

just like
the paper boy
who smiled when he saw me
and who painted me into meaning

who saw
something
who
knew
who was
there
but now is
here

is

gone