Fold

Wed, 04/05/2023 - 16:56 -- yeah

A blank piece of paper, soon to be something I will give to you.

 

I fold it in half, beginning the creation.

 

Visualizations of what will happen flood my head.

 

What if you don't like it?

 

I fold it again, not even near the finished attempt at a creation.

 

What if I ruin it on accident?

 

Fold.

 

What if someone else ruins it before I give it to you?

 

Fold.

 

What if it doesn't show my love for you?

 

Fold.

 

What if I can't put my heart and soul into it?

 

Fold.

 

What if you crush it along with my heart?

 

Fold.

 

What if it's 

not

good

enough?

 

 

 

 

 

Crumple.

This poem is about: 
Me

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