these hands that are forged in blood and misunderstanding
can carry you no more; they can only fall limp at the wrists.
And plunged headfirst into unwarranted expectations,
your smile lies slack and forgotten. Did I disappoint you so much?
This armour, beaten and bruised, blemished and broken,
I fear it cannot take the next blow, lest my knees buckle and
I, once again, am at my knees before you. Opia. I cannot let
myself look you in the eyes when I have fallen so easily below.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
