i sigh as i try to cling to the last of our memories.

how much i loved you.

you were my world,
but i was not yours.

i was merely a period of time,
a plaything.

a paper plaything
for a paper *******.

all flat,
fake,
made-up

laughing in our paper universe

riding in paper planes.
we are made up of living things,

but we ourselves are dead.

dead laughs.
dead emotions.

dead,,
like our souls