Sensitive boy never learnt how to take jokes.(over sensitive)
Insecurities projected as good fun.
Small jabs, felt more like stabs.
I don't want them to scar.
Storm out but I come back with a fear;
to value my values or the friendship I've waited for,for years.
Don't want the petals to shrivel off
The fallen ones dried years ago; buried.
I still feel them in my roots.
I apologize. You should too, NO!
I cut out the ground under my feet;
cracks getting deeper,
it's the void I'm falling into.
Stay. I love you. Don't walk away.
....
Make me amiable.
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal
PoetryEthereal is a poetry book. It is a poet's benevolent prattle about growing up, attaining maturity, embracing delicacy, moving on and it's what you find when you finish walking on your path of self discovery...for now.
