Yes, I look fine. I am fine. I know that others have it worse.
I’m okay, I’m still together, my life is messy papers still on course.
There still together.
Stapled better.
A small piece of paper breaks when the staple goes through.
But I’m ok. Yes, I’m fine.
But my stapled-heart hurts when it looks at you.
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Author:
Martina- L.B. (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2022 04:55
- Comment from author about the poem: I lost my enthusiasm for writing and life but I am finally back after a year. Even though this is not my proudest work and was scribbled down during maths class it is here to prove to myself to just start and do it now. I am a very young writer so any advice is cherished and wanted.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Really good, actually. Love the stapled heart….
Thank you! It may be silly but this idea has been in my head for a while to the point I've stopped using staples and use paper clips instead. I'm glad I finally posted it.
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