Paper Cuts.

Paper people are easily cut.

In November 2015, my friend lost her Gran.

It was a long time coming,but she didn't expect it, so I don't quite remember

the exact moment he heart tore in two,

like paper.

But it did.

So I tried to stick her back together.

So whenever her happiness ripped, or face crumpled, I was there

with the sticky tape 

from my own heart

and piece by piece, I tried to stick her back together.

I gave her all the sticky tape,

and blutack

and even bloody bubble gum, from my own paper heart,

to try and fix hers.

Someone had to.

In October 2010, my Nanny died.

It was a long time coming, but I didn't expect it, so I don't quite remember 

the exact moment my heart tore in two

like paper.

But it did.

And it still is.

But there was no one there to stick me back together.

So whenever my happiness ripped, or my face crumpled, I used sticky tape

on my own heart

trying to stick myself back together,

but all the sticky tape

and blutack

and even bloody bubblegum couldn't quite fix my paper thin heart.

And no one felt they had to lend me the glue.

This is the biggest lesson i have learnt.

We are all paper people, dealing with paper thin problems,

but when the scissors slash our hearts, we have to borrow our tape,

our blutack

our bubblegum

from someone who is willing to share.

That person is always me.

But what happens when the sticky tape runs out,

and our hands are too riddled with other people's paper cuts?

What happens to our paper hearts then?

Look at me.

This is what happens.

When paper cuts you.

Author's Note

Sad lil word doodle.