garbage day

a new version of a poem that went through workshop in my creative writing class. it's getting published in my school's literary magazine! :)

i am a collection of lost-and-found.

my skin is glass and my
bones are brick (i haven't
broken a single one yet)
my mind is a children's storybook,
and i have nerves like a million
Christmas lights strung around
cellophane muscles.
my heart is crumpled-up
construction paper. but that's just
me. you,

you are litter on the side of a road.
chicken-wire nerves and plastic
grocery bag lungs, cardboard
skin and two broken vinyl eyes.
you have pocketknife fingers
just like Edward Scissorhands, but
you didn't carve snow angels
out of blocks of ice. you used those
razorblades to cut apart my heart,
shredded it until it looked like confetti.
and now i'm nothing more than
a box of junk in someone's parent's
grandmother's attic, somewhere
in southern Florida.

Author's Note

what are your opinions on it? how do you feel about only capitalizing proper nouns (aside from "i")? should "i" be capitalized?