every time i hear your name like origami i fold
i fold into myself so my heart isn't exposed and no one can see how it beats uncontrollably
and i don't know if it beats because i love you or if it beats because my burning passion and hate for you now has some emotional pull
i fold into myself like a soldier taking a sword into his chest
it's instinctual
just like all the nights we fucked
it was instinctual
each fold is deeper than the last
and i think of you happy without me
and I just have to be strong because the fold won't last long.
each crease has your stupid name on it
and i hate you. it's been a month. where have you been.
like origami i fold
