I remember reading,
Reading into you,
Your paper skin and ink eyes,
You were born to be a book.

I remember thinking,
Remarking,
You had no heart and I new it,
I loved you for it.

We were paper dolls,
White wash skin and type stained hair,
We were wishes on a rainy day,
Living to be forgotten.

You saved me from a fire,
Unaware,
unaware of my tumbling bricks,
You saved my soul and kept on running,
Leaving me for the dust.

I used to wish,
I wished so hard,
To have been born your heart instead,
Feeling nothing, cease existing,
I would have kept you happy,
I would have kept your warm,
I would have kept you alive.