& i made you a star
tearing a thin strip (me)
from a bigger sheet of pale pink paper (you)
engraved on with
graffiti lyrics of sad love songs
and (un)requited romance

& so i find myself
folding and inserting
the tip of the strip
where it should be
(like me forcing myself into your perfectly-folded origami existence)
just so i can (hopefully) catch your attention

& i remember i lost my grip
on that pink paper-star
but you came handing it to me afterwards
leaving me in wonder
if you meant reciprocation (of my feelings)
or it was just totally
nothing(to you)