ORIGAMI LOVE

You know well the corners and
Folds of my paper body
You tear some apart and glue
Newer ones
Taking what’s mine and
Sticking your own

You think that ‘we’ can be
Origami love
Intertwined within each other
Like destiny

However you forget one thing
That ink has always flowed from
My fingernails
I taint everything around me black
Tell me, what’s stronger; your
Origami love or my black ink?

Things have come to a point
Where you don’t recognize your
Own hues
Black resides over all corners and
Folds that I never understood
But I can trace ink like the
Back of my hand

Origami, oh my love
You may reshape me
Cut me or fold me or mend me
But once I bleed
You and I,
Both turn into dark poetry

-Nameera