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