Tear Me Away

There's a reason...

my dress stays folded.
This pencil doesn't leave the paper.
No lines and loose
without binding.
That's just so you can't tear me away.
I was afraid it might all fall apart.
Helplessly bound.
There's going to be trouble.

When you tear me away
I'm not creased or gently cut out.
I allowed you to rip me from reality.
Neatness is some courtesy
like offering a seat on a parkbench.
Catching scorn from a paper cut is more the style.
Feel that moment,
and hear a violent disconnect.
A stitching breaks free,
and hands loosen grip.
Cascade to the floor.
Look away.
You have a shred...
half if your lucky,
but you tore me away....
What have I done?
Folded and tucked somewhere
you carry an unraveling piece of me.
Tear me away:
I never want to face the truth today.
Tear me away:
Interwoven in layers of dolor,
and tailored to an unequivocal lure.

I've been staring down the palpability
which is the most polite thing left to do.
Tear me away:
I want the rude scholar
turning everything upsidedown.
Why should I care if the truth follows.
It's time to be that bold.
Tear me away:
Grab hold tightly.
It's too late.
Tear me to shreds.