Paper Cut

I missed you yesterday.
So I started folding paper planes,
But I knew they'd never reach you.
Aerodynamics and paper doesn't really add up.

I switched to folding boats instead,
And they looked strong and sharp.
But they sank even faster than my heart
And, no one ever taught me how to sail.

Then, I tried my hand at paper cranes,
Because, I read somewhere,
"One thousand cranes are good for one true wish."
But I stopped after forty-six,
When I ran out of square papers and band aids

So, I folded up some stars instead,
But they weren't any good.
But they didn't shine and they couldn't even fall.

I gave up on origami; I was never very good at it.
Paper only likes me when I'm with a pen.
Instead, I'll try to reach you,
With the words that I love to write,
Poetry, promises and dreams
And maybe a few apologies for loving you all wrong.
All I really wanted to say was...Nevermind,

I don't think my words alone would move you.