#ashou

Caught in a losing game You, a diamond, and I, the crinkled up sheet of  carefully lined notebook paper  scrawled with the words that were never said  and crosshatched with creases  of which I kept a careful count. 

I never understood why paper covers rock Maybe it just needs something to keep it from blowing away. 

I wanted to fold like origami to try  and match your many facets Or at least give them each a space to fit 

But I never wanted to be the page that blocked your light. 

Now all I want is to allow myself  space  Not flatten out the creases   but let them breathe  even if the shape I take  looks like garbage  at least it’s not balled tight as that fist that didn’t want to open to play the losing game

Now I want to write the words in bold black sharpie ink and let it bleed.