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Fold me, into an abundance of of possibilities.

Consolidate me with your mind to create art.

Scrunch me up into a ball when I become an error.

Spread out my crinkles when you choose to forgive me.

Use me to make your world.

You are already my everything.

Scribble down on me to write notes.

Yes you hate me, but at least you need me.

Recite from the words engraved in me, to please anyone you wish.

Throw me

Summon me.

I will do anything

And everything for you.

But please,

Please,

Don't tear me.

I've got a delicate heart.

It's already been broken.

I don't want to be forever in pieces

Of paper.

But I am.

I have been torn.

I have failed you, my love.

**Failed you I have.
Paper.
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

— The End —