Paper Plane
Since you left, I've been unable to dream,
I toss about in tangled sheets all night.
And fold paper planes, odd as that may seem,
preparing the night's fledgling fears for flight.
I believed we'd be together till death,
till you cast me aside: alone and scared.
And left little incentive to draw breath,
what hurt the most was that I thought you cared.
Each night, I scribble down my hurt and pain,
inscribing how love devastated me.
And fold that page into a paper plane;
wanting the winds of fate to set me free.
And await a breeze to launch my letter:
hoping once it takes flight, I'll sleep better.
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