Origami lily I fold,
A frightened,fragile heart I hold.
Wavering,delicate as the lily I crease,
Hoping not to be crushed by a charming beast.
A blackhole I weave,
Foolish - heart on my sleeve.
Aching.
Breaking.
Uncontrolled shaking.
Breathing impaired,
- my lungs know -
You never cared.
Never thought.
Never fought.
I want to forget,
this inevitable regret.
My tears fall like autumn leaves,
swept away by your clumsy feet.
In the twilight,I stand torn,
- my thread in your careless hands -
waiting to be reborn.
I'm half of what I used to be,
Incomplete: the result of your savagery.
Merely a shadow. Half a soul.
Another darkness adding to my blackhole.
