Paper Hearts

Our heart is what keeps us alive.

What gives is life,


When we see someone we like,

Speeds up like at the end of the race,

When we have that someone,

It slows down as though we have won the race.


This heart of ours, this paper heart.

Can be torn to shreds in seconds,

Only to be recycled with great difficulties.


People come,

Leave their marks in beautiful illustrations.

Then they go,

Burning up the remnants,

Of what was so beautiful before.


This paper heart of mine,

Is no less fragile than glass.

Once broken,

It takes a lot to become whole again.


While heartbreak leaves behind pain,

Pain that is so incomprehensible,

Until really felt.

My hope, that everyone has that one epic love,

Never Dies.


So dear you,

Who is out there somewhere?

Who is meant to be the love of my life,

Please do a good job of mending it.

Mending this paper heart of mine.




Dear Future Me

In times of despair,

I want you to think of me.

In times of sadness,

I want you to know.

That you were strong,

Through it all.

That you held on,

For so long.

I want you to know,

No matter how low you think of yourself,

How much you bury yourself under self-doubt.

I know that you have come through obstacles,

With difficulty of course.

You persevered through the darkest of nights,

You still woke up when the day was shrouded in clouds.

You cared too much about what people would say,

And that was your major let down.

But after it all,

When the lights turned off,

And there was silence.

You sat still,

And listened to your thoughts,

You realized that where you are,

What you are,

Is a product of your work and intention,

It was never about people’s reception.

You made mistakes over and over again,

You will still make more.

But dear future me, know this,

You are stronger than you make yourself to be,

Kinder than you perceive,

Loyal than most will ever be

And your will is as courageous,

As there has ever been.

-Your Past Self