Your heart
Comprised of sheets of paper
So delicate
Torn and frayed at the edges
Worn out
Aged beyond its prime
A victim of folds and tears
Crinkles define its shadows and
Highlights

Yet it can leave little scars
Across daring fingers
That live off of
The excitement
Of fresh paper

It can be folded so easily
Twisted this way and that
Some may fold your heart
Crumple into a ball
Stomp on it
Sail it into the nearest trash can
Others rip it into little pieces
Until nothing is left
But little white snowflakes
Fluttering aimlessly about

When i found your heart
I remembered that time back in elementary school
When they taught us how to make art
Out of nothing but paper
So I took your heart
And put all of my love into it
Lovingly crafting
Origami masterpieces
After years of perfection
A paper crane emerges
Ready to fly away
And set free

I like to say I released you
But it was my hands that guided the way