My papier-mâché heart
barely held together -
By my crunchy façade.
My paper feelings
Inked on my sleeves
Ready for a fresh start
A gleam in my cold eyes
This may amount to something.
My tentative maybe's -
[And then -]
Paper pyres
Paper kills
Paper fires
Blood spills
Paper bags
Paper bodies
Name tags
Futile sorries -
And that's how it is -
Two steps forward
A giant leap backwards
Into a ditch -
Defences breached
Trenches dug -
Dreams and sleep
my psychedelic drugs
And so - my wary brain retreats.
Admittedly, once again
deceived -
by my papier-mâché heart
So easily.
And so - I take my 'feelings'
off my sleeves
Make several copies
just in case -
And I put them in a binder
neatly tucked away.
Gathering dust on the top shelf -
I smile to myself,
wistfully elated -
'Now my paper self is safe.'
