I folded my plans
into paper cranes
they can't fly
but they might... someday.
You laugh at me like I'm insane,
crumpled dreams going to waste,
but the creases are the sharp edges
of my boundaries,
so you can't touch me
with all of your pain.
Just because I learned to fold
doesn't mean I began to cave,
or that I ever forgave
all the missteps, mischances, and mistakes.
I didn't cut
until you made me break
cause all of your love letters
were fake.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (3)
One of those heartbreakingly beautiful poems. Nicely done!
I love how consistently you held the metaphor without it feeling overdone by the end. It folds together nicely (excuse the pun, I just had to).
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