Seeing you is like
seeing a wounded bear
i want to help it
but i know
trying could do more harm
than good
so i stay put
until i can't take
the cries for help anymore
and i am swallowed whole
after i pulled the stick
from your foot
for you always knew
i was too sweet
to not be eaten
- but i was bitter, wasn't i
YOU ARE READING
For All the Hopeless Romantics
PoetryFor all the girls who never got enough from the world so they looked in boys and in books until they realized words on paper were far more impressionistic than a boy could ever be.
