Poetry

Paper Plates

Their use is temporary. They serve their once in a lifetime purpose and are subsequently thrown away. Even whilst carrying out their relevancy their red flags become apparent. Oil seeps through, sauce isn’t properly contained, tears under pressure.

People can be like paper plates. Fun for the moment and optimism bright. However when it’s time to be serious you cannot rely on them. No stability.

Why are we attracted to people who are like this? Is it because they fulfil fun ideals and our hearts flirtations?

But then the oil seeps through and the sauce is not properly contained.

And we knew this all along.

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