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Be Careful with my Paper Heart
In lower school, a boy scribbled
a heart on a scrap of paper
and slipped it in my bag. He drew
it with a crimson crayon
left broken by his shaky hand.
I carried it with me in the halls,
feeling the crinkled manila
between my fingers. I drew
one in scarlet next to his
and laid it in his palm.
He gave a smirk and said,
“oh yeah?”
I nodded and reached out
my hand to his. And we cradled
the tiny slip in our grasp.
In high school, a boy doesn’t want
my heart but what’s on either side.
I take a photo and he says,
“oh yeah?”
And I nod.
Tears pool in my collarbones
as he says, “one more?”
and my crimson heart bleeds
for you, making my manila skin
stain red.
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