"we are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love."
defenceless
when you whisper in my ear
i might just die inside
when you nibble at my lips
i might just run and hide
when you caress my skin
i might just fall and cry
because i know you play me,
you play me like a game
or maybe
like a violin.
you start out soft
creating music
but only stop when the strings break.
and yet
i let you play me,
mend me,
and break me
because i just can't help myself.
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poesía"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
