Present - Versus You

I see you shaped in dotted lines

You waste your time and all of mine

I cut you out and then I’ll try

To fold you to a paper boat

Your special present

The one I’ll only stare at

Sits waiting on my door steps

You wrapped it up nicely in regrets

Your wounds they never start to heal

You blind me with your sunless smile

The rain and its one-hand clapping sound

Will be the only applause you get