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