Imagine your heart as a piece of paper.

Something physical to give out when you fall in love.

Like diamonds it should only be held with a glove

But it is damaged once you get it back later.

But the don’t just scramble it.

They read the story that it holds

And very carefully they create folds

Where it will hurt the most.

And when we unfold our paper

In rough shape and drained with tears

We create so many fears

Thanks to the latest creator

Then we promise to never give it out again,

But a year later we meet a man

That seems like our Ken

But what will happen then…

The story repeats itself like before

The creases start to get thinner

An we feel like we’ve been there

But now it hurts even more.

And even tho our papers are all different

We fear for the very same thing

Because what will the next person bring?

Won’t they be just as ignorant?

In an attempt to save our soul

We shut our doors and everybody out

And try to live on a different route

Because maybe then we can feel whole.

But a slim hope shouts

That maybe this time around

They are our person to be found

So we try, ignoring all our doubts.