you’ve folded me a million times,
take me apart and the creases
are still there…
just like the tears*

you’ve torn me around the edges,
just a matter of time before
I fall apart.

you’ve cut me to form the shape
you want and it doesn’t make
a difference how much tape I use,
im still your broken piece of paper.

you’re the only one that knows the truth,
i’d figured you would know me by now.

i’d hoped you understood
how my life has been,
what i’ve been through,
and what you do to me.

don’t listen to these words i say,
i’m just pretending to be in control.
i don’t mean it,
im just afraid.

been alone too long.

can you read my handwriting?
so illegable, even i can’t make out the words?

i sent a note to you,
sorry it’s not on pink
scented paper,
but it’s the truth.

take me back, and grab my hand.
Will you give me chocolate on Valentine’s day?
i’m confusing you, but that’s because
im trying to work out my life.

Who am i?

haven’t cried in so long,
but now the tears are coming down.
they’re falling on the paper,
kissing the ink because i can’t kiss you.

ink’s running now,
but i’m used to it,
that’s my life’s story
after all.

you know i just wannna
start on a clean piece of paper,
and forget my past.
haven’t kept enough memories to forget,
so i’ll just collapse on my bed
and hold my dolls.

they’re so perfect because
they can’t feel any pain.
i wish i could be like them,
cheeks unstained by tears.

shove the shoebox back under the bed,
forget about all of the old photographs
and throw the tissues away.

leave my broken home
and go back to sleep,
hopefully when i wake up,
i’ll be on a fresh sheet-

a piece of paper where i can forget
about the past chapters
and i’ll start writing again.-

i’ll sign my name at the bottom,
the only problem is if
i’ll remember who
the signature belongs to.

::::: for joe :::::