Unaccepted

“Well I fell in love with it,” she tells me,
winding the bandage around
my wounded pride.

Really, it’s nothing — a papercut.
The sting is more annoying
than it is painful.

Nevertheless,
her words are vaseline,
and I am grateful for them.

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