the maker and her paper heart.

[jesskittykat]

and no, D.

you are not the man i mentioned. you cant be - you never will be. after all, my presence means nothing to you. i'm just another girl in your life, to satisfy your wants and needs. and after all these, we talked about nothing while silent  eats her way in.

but - that's not all i am, that's not what i want, that's not what i need.

do you know that?

*** ***

with my hands, i pressed down the paper.
with my fingers, i eased out the lace.
with my last strength, i put down the last piece of puzzle,
and finished my small paper heart.

with the ribbon, i hang it up,
and watch the corners catches light.
until one day someone knocked against it,
and left a little dent in a corner that couldn't be fixed.

the treasured piece,
now battered and bruised,
couldn't take another knock,
now she had softened in tears.

and to stop the paper from dying further,
her maker took on a drastic move,
gathered the paper heart and tore it to pieces,
scattering the fragments like dust in wind.

in her mind, she prayed,
hope against hope, that someone would come
and find the missing pieces one day.
and perhaps, put them together again.