Paper Heart

there are poems inside of you

that paper cant handle

all stuck inside an urn

sitting on a mantle

filled with secrets and

dead promises and broken hearts

filled with lies and dead smiles

and painful remarks

there are poems inside of you

that paper can’t handle

stuck like your mind when your

favorite person cancels

because they really don’t

care if you turn to the ashes

and even, especially,

if your urn smashes.

what if i say i do know

the poems inside you?

not a soul can handle

the emotions it speaks for you

let alone my own self,

i’ll be goddammed

hang in there, hold my hand

shower those precious

words you have to say

for words can mean nothing

when spoken too late

maybe they don’t really care

maybe they speak falsely of what they see

there are poems inside of you

that paper can’t handle

stuck like your mind when your

favorite person cancels

because they really don’t

care if you turn to the ashes

and even, especially,

if your urn smashes.

what if i say i do know

the poems inside you?

not a soul can handle

the emotions it speaks for you

let alone my own self,

i’ll be goddammed

hang in there, hold my hand

shower those precious

words you have to say

for words can mean nothing

when spoken too late

maybe they don’t really care

maybe they speak falsely of what they see

maybe they don’t know anything at all.

so, they choose to stare from the outside,

only to leave you to yourself.

because;

there are poems inside of you

that ‘their’ paper cannot handle.

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