If your heart was a piece of paper

If your heart was a piece of paper,

I would staple it to mine

or I would just scratch the hell out of it,

and toss it to the trash can.

If your heart was a piece of paper;

maybe it was,

because I started to think that your heart is weightless,

light,

and probably worthless

just like thousands of billions other out there;

typical,

not special.

If your heart was a piece of paper,

you would give the chronic paper-cut

to my skin

and I would bleed.