I have skin made of paper
Listless
A blank canvas
Constantly torn from life
For life
For others
Because I would tear myself apart to protect them
I have bones made of glass,
Delicate
Sharp
And fragile
One wrong step
One bad fall
And it all shatters
Littered with cracks poorly mended
Because the show must go on
And I have no problem with shattering myself for you
I have a heart that is punctured
Stabbed open by my glass bones
The cracks spider
And make their way
As colour
Love
My very being
Dripping down
Through my paper skin
Because I would rather use it all to kindle and fuel a fire
To warm you
For this world is far too cruel
And you far too kind
So let me cover you
And give you the love and care you deserve
