i had a dream last night
that you came home, and you stayed
that's how i knew i was dreaming, you see

while you absorb the following,
know these words are not designed to hurt you
and they are not formulated to lead to affliction

i've written you this as a final plea
please, my dear,
don't come back home

for my paper heart has been scrunched and torn
for far too long
don't come back home

while the rock in your chest continues to beat strong and whole,
i'm not sure how much more my paper heart can take
until it turns into a pathetic pile
of loveless confetti