Paper Heart Carousel

Paper Heart Carousel

I disappear quietly
between midnight
and morning.

Like smoke
inside a locked room.

Nobody notices
when I vanish.

So I sit alone
inside my little Wonderland,
holding a paper heart
stitched together
with fragile thread.

Then someone comes close.

Soft voice.
Soft hands.
Soft light.

And suddenly—

the dead flowers
inside my chest
begin blooming again.

I laugh again.
I dream again.
I start building castles
inside the sky again.

Tiny stars
begin glowing
around my soul.

For a little while,
I forget the sadness.

For a little while,
I become real again.

But Wonderland
always changes.

He grow distant.
His voices grow colder.
His eyes stop searching for me.

And slowly…

the carousel begins slowing down.

The music stretches backward.
The mirrors crack again.
The stars begin falling.

And I feel myself fading.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Like a doll left behind
after the party ends.

So I gather
all the broken pieces
of my heart,

make another paper boat,

and send it away
through the dark river
hoping this time
someone finally keeps it.

But the water keeps repeating
the same old song:

Love.
Loss.
Love.
Loss.

And the carousel
never stops turning.