Dihedral

Two plane faces with too plain of faces.
They all fall flat. They all collapse.
So come back in two-fold when you know my edge…
Recycling brittle paper so tired from the pleats
of, what he claimed was love, is now a bitter defeat.
The trouble was never the knowledge of departing
but the subtle fear and threat of tearing:
                   tearing any memory scribed against his skin.
                   tearing for the moments as they left the pen.
Now I know how stationary lives.
I regret writing a love note to him.
I still have 500 drafts
and 499 more things to say.
I swear this is my last
of my 1,000 cranes.
I offered 1,000 kisses
but that wasn’t enough.
I guess I was too ambitions
in thinking origami wasn’t tough.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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