We put our lives in paper cups,
paper wishes, all full up.
We wear our hearts on tattered sleeves,
a mark that says, 'how brave are we,
the ones who hold our love too tight
so that it struggles in the night
and suffocates while we are blind
to what we're leaving far behind.'
The best parts of our sanity
and, all too often, dignity.
Knowing I am I and you are you,
and one plus one just equals two.