Little Paper Heart

It's left, my tears.
It's red, my little paper heart.
It's gone, my soul.
My body, it's broken by you,
and by my tameless spirit.
It's destroyed, my trust
--that was so fragile as it was--
now it will take longer to rebuild, stone by stone
up on mortar.
The castle that was mine, it has been rampaged,
broken into by an intruder, unwelcome in body
and in mind.
I am whole, but empty.
I am protected, but bared.
I am lost, but know where in the world I stand.
I stand alone, with my paper heart in my hand.
You, you made a paper airplane out of it,
and on it were the words that said
I was no longer yours.
My little paper heart.