There he laid looking at me
In a way no one had ever looked
At me. My hands were shaking as
I explained my knotted past. I will not
Always be easy to hold onto, for my
Heart is scattered with thorns. Some nights I will be quiet and he won't know how to pull me from my weeded mind. Some nights I'll trip over my own feet and apologize for the mess I made.
On those nights the one thing that will drag me out of my own labyrinth is that look. No one had looked at me quite like that.
-(j.c)
YOU ARE READING
Together
PoetryTogether (adjective informal)- self-confident, level-headed, or well organized. - I did not make the outlines in this book.
