Withered Origami

How I feel most the time in relationship's using "One" sheet of paper as the body to whom I am.

  Like paper,

always pressed, bent,

folded and torn,

made into origami figure's.

  Ever silent,

ready to be used,

pour thought's onto me,

I always listen.

  Mostly forgotten,

shoved into the fold's,

as the new fresh work is wanted,

misplaced never to be found.

  Fair skinned,

each line a moment in life,

someone always cross's them,

but it's permanent and can't be erased.

  So you crumple me up,

toss me aside to start anew,

but I'm only one sheet,

the rough draft, me.

Author's Note

Was written in seventeen minute's, would like some critical reviews, but if you can't it's always nice to see what people think.

Reviews

[Star Shaped Heart]

the ending made this complete. couldn't see it another way

[deeps]

So you crumple me up,
toss me aside thinking to start anew,
i'm only one sheet,
the rough draft, thats me.

LOVE this write!
These words here are amazing!
I like this alot. Very well written write.