A blank page
you marked me
I folded
in your gentle
coaxing fingers
an origami bloom
sheltered safe
in silent secret shade
Until my soft
whispered confession
until I opened
in your palm,
I thought
I marked you
too.
Faultless fingers,
A boy at play,
you tore the furling petals
and tossed them away
And here I lay
windswept, unsafe
marked as I am
and broken.
Unscathed,
you walked away
I left no mark
on you
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