This note

You have no idea how many times I'm folded.
once for every person
I've ever loved
I've hurt
I've ever walked away from
for every someone who's walked away from me
who let go
who I let go
who I hide
who I helped shine.

Folded into myself, so tightly I can't crawl out from the creases.
They hold me, they won't let me out.
This piece of paper with every inch of my soul written upon it.
I stumble around in the words, trip over the meaning.
Every bone in my body, covered in ink.
Every inch of my skin, covered in you.
In all of you.