Her heart is made of paper
with every word you say,
she hangs onto them like it’s her universe
never thinking you only want to play.

You toy with her paper heart,
crumpling and tearing it apart
and throw the pieces in the air,
                     falling to the floor.

She’s so blinded by your words,
it’s written all over her, it doesn’t matter
                                                  if she dies
drowning in your sweet nothings
it’s too late for her to say goodbye.