Abducted the finest scraps

from the men I captured

threw out the dregs

sorted through the fragments

assembled anew

the man for all reasons

scarecrow of my needs

took the caring heart from one

wise brain of the next

sensual body of the third

(how well I knew him!)

bedroom eyes

of the subsequent one

Forgotten his name

thick shiny hair of the fifth

brooding face of Oh Yes!

Oh Yes was the best!

Can’t remember the rest

but they’re part of my scrapbook

of catalogued men

snippets of lust

rolled into one

perfect man

bits and pieces

scraps from my life.

my legs fumbled around

struggling to maintain posture

you helped me up

lifting me from this

world of fakes

for reality was awaiting 

ready to guide me

and so i teared away this fantasy

crumpled it into a ball

and threw it out the window

you led me through the cave

my savior. my hero.

and then you left me

with two words- paper hearts

i didn't get it then, but i get it now

a piece of paper is replaceable 

just like a heart

you were gone

yet no matter where you were

you still helped me

you were irreplaceable

not a paper heart

unlike me

i was just a scrap character

you were the main character 

notice the change of articles 

for it's quite important

there is only one of you

there are millions of me

for i'm just a scrap character

struggling to hold himself up

and sometimes i wonder

if it's all becuase of you