Millions [Poetry]

paper heart

paper heart

november6twenty17

(a/n: this was hard for me to write. I'm aching.)

torn in half, my paper heart. ripped to shreds, my paper heart. my poor old paper heart, victim of the artists and the creators. scribbled on, painted, molded - do you recognize me?

did you see my lifeless paper heart, back then? did you see how devoid of color it was? I wonder if you had an idea for your masterpiece yet.

small brushstrokes, un-fine lines, you colored in my heart. lovely artist, never knew, just how hard I was falling for you.

painted me perfect, I felt it. I felt a masterpiece. I refracted rainbows - I was divine.

colors faded, aged and worn. never dead, never ever dead, but uncared for, rather. I was no masterpiece - I was greying.

colored, rejuvenated, I felt okay. masterpiece enough. we kept the colors healthy, for a while.

for a while. I hate to see them fade, I hate to see them leave at such a velocity. forces above tore the canvas of my heart in half, and we hold on to the pieces.

my poor paper heart, only ever wanting to be a masterpiece. how can one half live without the other? it's a tragedy.

it's truly a tragedy.