Paper

My heart is a sheet of paper

Blank.

It can be wet with tears and drowned with sorrow

Or

It can burn with anger and passion.

 

I fold the corners of this paper

I do oragami

I make you a present with this paper heart of mine

Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas,

And most of all

Happy Valentines Day.

 

"Be my valentine?" I say as I give you the oragami

You smile, look at it and shake your head.

"It isn't good enough" You crumble it in your hands

You walk away.

 

I kneel down next to the crumpled art

Having nothing to do but pull it back whole and try to straighten it.

I write my suicide note on the back thinking it's straight

Because I know the only thing I'd ever be perfect at was death

But the paper is still crumpled

And now it's drenched in my blood.

Author's Note

Off the top of my head and from the bottom of my heart. Enjoy. Criticize all you want.

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

wow this was another good little right-- dark-- but creative :)