Mild Thoughts

Fold me in half
Watch how easily I take

Fold me again
Put me in my place

Fold me once more
Revel in the noises I make

Another
To see the look on my face

Again and again
Like second nature or fate

Then a 7th, 8th, and 9th
Watch as I break

Confetti in your hands
Straining under the weight

I want to stop
But I’ve learned to love the ache

You want to stop
As there is nothing left to take

No longer who I was
You say its time for a break

Time and space
How long must I wait

Years have gone by
Maybe it was all a mistake

Better to forget
Better to misplace

Until one day
I see your face

I try to move forward
But you follow in my wake

I know I shouldn’t
But maybe just a taste

Fold me once more
For old times sake