I'm not a mailable item

I'm not an item

I'm not made for folding

 several times to fit 

I won't fit in an envelope

Unfold me

I'm not a regular shape

You can't wrap a paper around me to perfectly cover my edges

I'm not a square

I'm not a triangle

I'm not an item

I'm not to be stained with ink and hand smudges 

the marks of regret you smear on something

Even if I were mailable

Don't send me off

away

Don't seal my breath

because

I can't breathe

And if you were to attach me to a pretty gift

and shove me in a box

then post me off 

to a decent address

where I'll stay

and breathe

and 

unfold