treat me like a vintage book,
a one that must be preserved with much love and care,
treat me as though i am ancient and fragile,
prone to crumble under harsh touch,
handle me as though i am the last of my kind,
show me the love and care i crave so badly,
prove to me you aren't like the rest who stock me on a shelf,
reckless and careless,
letting me fall apart beside the newer novels that're so much prettier than i.
YOU ARE READING
Wildflowers
Puisi"men have a nerve to play with a woman's heart, to convince her she is not beautiful the second he doesn't get his way, to convince her she is nothing to him, whilst her eyes are flooded with potential, and his are deep and empty, void." A poetry co...
