mine · poetry

Poem: Weak

Weak

I have a violent soul, light and unconquered,
maybe you should tame it if you can.
But please don’t break me, my heart’s already withered.
It lays in pieces in your hands.

Those hands (how they hold my heart so close)
have the power to destroy.
I’m weak for you, weak to the bones –
a simple touch can spoil.

 

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