Paper heart

He's holding my heart,
In sweaty hands,
Cupped,
Like a kitten,
Because he understands,
Paper hearts,
Are easily torn,
To pieces and shreds,
Gently, gently,
He sets me down to rest,
Paper heart,
Please be still,
I can feel you throbbing,
Fluttering against your will,
Paper heart,
Of this love,
Take your fill.

~Rei Shiori