People are like spaghetti noodles, but before they are cooked. Hard and easy to break. They close themselves off from everyone else and live in fear of getting snapped in half and and discarded because they weren't right.
People are like spaghetti noodles because they dont live. They sit in their little box, waiting for life to come to them and when it doesn't they are simply left there to rot.
People are like spaghetti noodles because it only takes a little bit to break them and make them do whatever you want. Simple words can snap them into tiny pieces to be scattered across the countertops, then swept up like they're just a mess you're forced to clean.
People are like spaghetti noodles because its hard for them to learn. Im sure if food was alive, they would be terrified of getting boiled and eaten, just like we are terrified of opening up and finding help.
People are like spaghetti noodles because after that transformation, they are different people.
And sometimes, that's all they needed.
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Falling Up
PoetryA collection of poems about me falling in the wrong direction, and me falling in love with the wrong person.
