she folded my paper heart
with her hands a thousand times.
each side turned at an angle,
rotated and bent into a paper crane,
or was it an aeroplane?
perhaps a balloon, filled with water until it simply fell
my paper heart, so heavy, oh so heavy,
wrinkling in the light,
wasting away under the sun,
it hardened, creased on every plane and
there, you found it cowering under the blanket
and with your fingers, you flattened out the creases,
wrapped it in warmth until all the marks,
the scars, the grotesque blisters
healed from your love so now my
little paper heart is beating,
it's learning all over again.