Your bones are made of fear,
strong and breakable.
You wonder why your hands
and heart
tremor
when someone touches you.
You're afraid of letting them in,
aren't you?
Words can break your bones
worse than sticks and stones
ever could.
Your mind tries to tell you
lies,
doesn't it?
It's too dangerous to let someone
get close,
yet you cannot
push them away.
Your head tells you to do so,
but your heart,
it wants them to stay.
It's not broken,
my darling -
you are.
butterflies and bruises
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
