Gently
Go easy on me
Remember this
Kind of delicacy
Only unfolds
For your secrets
If I ask you
To ignore my creases
We can both buy in
That I mean this
Believe that I haven’t
Folded myself
Into 1000 origami
Cranes for nothing
More than to be
Unfolded again
I have moulded
Myself with
Manipulation
But please dear
Boy,
Be gentle with me.
Let me see
The lines in your hands
See what cuts
The skin
And who has seeped in
Then let me reap
The harvesting
Let me dig up seeds
That make you leave
I’ll cry sensitive soul
And deny
The wolf underneath
It is even empathy?
Am I just upset by
Losing the battle?
Am I only wounded
When I’m wet and prone
To crumple?
Still, even after
I can tuck myself
Under your waistband
And wait for the long
surrender
And still
I will ask you
To be tender
See I’m dog eared
And torn up
And lost in the
Bottom of a pocket
Even though
I have designed this
I picked the print
Of my skin
And cut myself
Into shape.
Placed myself into
Hands that
Will never understand
The instruction book
In braille
Across my cheek
I think I sold my
Soul
For the perpetual
Taste of something sweet
For the constant
To-ing and flattening
Claimed damsel
While solo hunting
Sensitive psychopath
Fickle fool
Begging to be bent again
With one foot out the door
I should apologise
When I’m folded
My edges are so
Sharp
I know why
I’m not allowed under
The skin.
The points
Prickle like
A fishbone caught
In every vein.
We both know that’s
What danger feels like
Still isn’t
It nice to dance
With the devil’s wife?
The one who
Says she is
No thicker
Than a page of the bible
So delicate,
I can do the impossible
I can be folded
In half more than seven
And this is because
I have thrown myself
Out of heaven
Just to feel
Hands better
Even so
Be gentle
We both playing
With fire and
I’m quick to go off
I am the designer
The judge
And the perpetrator
Of my own
Deep pressed lines
But this seems to
Guarantee you
Crossing yours
Sensitive psychopath
Fickle fool
Just wine stained
And mislaid
