MY PAPER HEART

Fold the corners of my paper heart
Tuck them neatly in the dark
Press and fold to hold its shape
Less the creases return straight
I watch with adoring eyes
As your fingers trace the paper lines
The flick of a wrist and clicks a flame
Bring it closer to my name
I watch the white char into black
Now there is no turning back

I watch as you burn my paper heart to ashes

This poem is about: 
Me

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