Perhaps, if you hold me long enough, all the broken pieces will fit together again;
Maybe, but don't hold me too much, for the fear of being so close may drive me insane.
In fact, don't hold me at all, rather leave me to rot,
Leave me feeling oh-so small, please, just make everything stop.
Don't talk, for I don't need your words, rather just your embrace,
Soothe me to sleep and calm me, please, I don't know how much more I can take.
Leave, but no, not really, I'm just too scared to let you stay,
If you see the darkest parts of me, promise it won't scare you away?
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
شِعرI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
