Ignoramus

My heart is made out of paper. It was an opponent of many things: water, scissors, shoes, etc. Anything that could disfigure my heart. Against the black screen my paper-heart as small as my esteem can be is pumping with love. A love that flows out of it and glued to it never flowing out in search of anybody. I was standing beside my heart and looked at it wondering if it will ever be kissed and converted into a pound of meat. Bleeding meat. If it ever will..