I Think I'Ll Fold Poem by Robin Bennett

One, two, three
here goes the martyr
answering the calls
for the broken girl

One, two, three
here goes act number four
the finale is always the same
heroine left alone in a puddle of tears

One, two, three
here arrives the bittersweet queen
teetering on compassion and madness
one miss step and a crash below

One, two, three
here comes loneliness
table for one
at a liquid lunch

One, two, three
here comes betrayal
hidden in plain sight
glaring at me from this cold screen

One, two, three
here come the heart breakers
each hammering away at my soul
do I have the strength to recover again

One, two, three
pain please leave me
four, five, six
my heart not to be fixed
seven, eight, nine
lie to myself, I'll be fine


ten,
I will never survive any of this again