I hurt
Others
With blades of grass
And shards of glass
And empty promises
Built up like shadows
And shallow waters
And snow and unsafe roads and unsafe people
(It's me they fear)
Im hurt by
Others
By paper thin claws
And frozen hearts thawed and
Rusty nails and careless hail storms and their
Running, restless, rebel feet.
(Do they know I fear them, too?)
YOU ARE READING
poetic
Poetryim not very good at poetry, but my goal is to write it until I am. and then after im good at it ill write more poetry because then I'll enjoy doing it
