Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Attachments (or alternatively, Paper People)

People always say
Don’t get too attached
The price of heartbreak is costly,
To be frugal is to be invulnerable.

“Don’t get too attached,”
As if attachments are mere paper
And you and I are mere paper people
With fragile paper hearts.

I will give every inch
Of this pathetic paper heart to you
Despite your paper shredding fingertips,
Violence can be disguised with delicacy.

“You get attached too easily,”
Perhaps you should know that
Paper attachments are never permanent
The only permanence is the pain of detachment.

I will give myself entirely,
Slit my arms that bleed blood
That runs with nothing but love for you
Nothing more than a paper cut to my paper heart.

“If they’re worth it, they’ll come back,”
But if no one comes back,
Does that mean I’m not worth it?
Perhaps I am but a mere paper person.

The thing about paper people
Despite being fragile and pathetic
Is that they are all attached to one another
Precisely because paper gets attached easily.

“I will always forgive,
because I’m afraid they won’t come back,”
After all, if there is something a paper person lacks,
It’s reassurance to all their constant anxiety attacks.

It’s easy to attach paper
Even easier to attach a paper heart
Promise me that if I get attached
Spare me the apology for tearing my heart apart. 

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