I want to believe someone who writes such beautiful poetry could never hurt me,
or desert me.
Can I be worthy of such sweetness
without suffering?
I’ve never really been seen,
People rarely get what I mean,
But you dissect so effortlessly,
A power that enraptures me.
I notice the urge to keep myself clean,
Though stains have made you smile at me.
I can only promise one thing,
When it comes to you
I will never be mean.
guarantee we’ll survive every flow and ebb of tides we don’t control but thrive in spite of silly choices silly people silly fingers through the peephole empty words could never cut we’ve been through worse it’s not for us and so we remain simple unbothered opened
Threaten one more time and I will spill every secret You’re naive to think I’d continue to keep it My lips are as loose as these tiny little screws Consequences of your actions long overdue “Keep your mouth shut or tighten the noose” I’d rather set fire
I caught the words. My throat swells up. Jagged rockwall of things untouched. Rockfall holds the potential to crush. Isn’t a slow burn easier to adjust? I admit I’m giving up on us. Too scared to give you a chance so I rush. An hour or two, I
You made me your prey But if we met by chance today It is you who would run away I am the beast your monster made