the kindest, softest
parts of me
are the ones that
i love the most.
soft and delicate,
yet strong.
winter is in my blood,
winter is my blood.
words catch in
my lips as i speak,
and i think i mumble
more than i should.
i am alone in the cupboard with paper
straws.
paper hearts and paper straws,
all soft
like me.
sharp edges
but soft;
soft and soft
and soft and soft.
i spend all
my time
and all
my love
folding paper.
paper hearts
and paper boats
hold
my love,
paper butterflies
hold
my
soul,
like the universe holds me.
i fold my love
into the creases of paper
and gift them
away.
my love for the universe
could never waver.
paper boats
and butterflies
and hearts,
soft soft soft
like me.
the kindest, softest
parts of me
are the ones that
i love the most,
the parts
that gift
my heart folded
in paper.
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