paper

my life is like paper,
ripped, stained, discolored
i tried to tell her, but
she didn't listen. 

i dream about stolen
kisses, on the wind 
with her.
but what if

what if she doesn't like me
what if she rejects me
what if she laughs at me
and then i will cry.

the tears i have been holding in 
will all come tumbling out 
and the question is
will she take pity?

or will she view me as nothing
but a smear of paper
we are friends
but my heart has been broken too many times

and she picks up the pieces
of me, says
'don't worry' because
she loves me too