you covered
your deceiving sentences
in pretty paper,
letting the gold flecks
blind the careful,
truth-seeking eye.
each fold you made
masked the truth
even further;
the edges too thick
to tear through.

you made lying
an art.
perfecting your trickery
with each crease;
simulating
the false concern
on your brow.

how many steps
did you take to hide
your intentions
or your secrets?
how many incisions
did you make
on your victims?
relationships
are supposed to be
beautiful demonstrations
of life;
not crumpled up
pieces of false hope
& fake actions,
curated to bend
at your command.

i tried to keep track
of what moves you made
so that i could make sure
you wouldn’t repeat them
on me.
but your nimble, paper cut
fingers moved too fast,
& before i knew it,
i was trapped in a suffocating
paper thin, paper-slicing
maze.

if only i had the scissors
to cut myself out of this pointy mess.
but once i unfolded one lie,
the rest unraveled before me
til there was just one
piece of paper
with the marks
showing where i
could have caught you out.

look at all those little lies folded up
into something so intricate
that looked treacherously beautiful
from the outside,
but was simple & sinister from the start.

you contorted me into myself,
creating an aesthetic crane.
but i learnt to fly out of my cage,
& out of your clasp.
i won’t be pleated
into an origami opus
for you to
display & deride.

i am not your paper to fold or decorate.

My heart caged, until you came along
Your beautiful face unlocked the door
Your smile threw open the door
And your laugh made it jump right out

It was your words, that encouraged it to spread it wings
Testing it, until sometime, with confidence... it took off

It flew, and flew
Until the moon, the stars, the galaxy and the universe was possible to reach... that its red wings could touch them
But it was your very words that struck it back down

You clipped it wings, and so it headed for an emergency landing
Pity, it never reached the moon
For the saying will never apply
"I love you to the moon and back"

On side note, the human heart has enough beats in a life time to reach the moon and back
Any higher, then i would have loved you for the rest of my life

Shame it never reached
For the farthest it every got was two months
Or 33,000ft
Cruising altitude of a commercial jet

Now with no where to go
Back to the cage it is
However, having tasted the air and freedom of flight

It flutters, it beats within its cage
Hard work for the mind
As it tries to quiet it
To heal it

Someday's, its movement, brings with it momentum
And so those days, I live my life like drunkard
Swaying to the movement of the heart
Although I am sober, I am fighting to keep balance