My heart is made of paper mache
and doesn’t hold up well in the rain.
My heart is made of paper mache
and gets blown in the wind on a stormy day
It cannot be protected from even the mildest pain
My heart is made of paper mache.
I wish I could pour bronze over it
Or bury it a thousand leagues under the sea
It wouldn’t be torn apart, or shredded, melted,
Or lost and wounded like a bewildered ghost torn from its grave.
My heart is made of paper mache
Do not look at me, I may get confused.
I may think your curiosity is interest
And weave a story of amazing love
Do not share with me your thoughts and concerns
For I might make that mean
that you want to combine your heart with mine
and make my paper heart stronger with yours, bolstering its fragility
Do not come close only to back away
For my heart is made of paper mache
And it doesn’t hold up in the rain.