they will not
understand
those who don't read
won't comprehendhow free it felt
to let go of words
whether they hurt
or mean worldsand once you cut
someone you didn't know
bowed to you
in defenses clawhow less you felt
how they saw you
or what you held
of what they doif you hold me for
someone to hurt you
it won't only do that
but cut me too
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoesíaTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.