Paper Hearts
I remember giving out
paper hearts in elementary school.
I remember running out
to BDUBS just to act a fool.
The older we get,
the more we fret—
perhaps it's less fear, more resentment.
Isolated from friendships,
we set sail on tiny islands,
adrift in a vast ship
built to hold a thousand.
When did we morph laughter
into silent, sharp darts?
When did we start throwing daggers
instead of exchanging paper hearts?
Submitted: February 25, 2025
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