my love
My love, you look terrified,
You looked shaken,
And petrified,
Are you scared of what you see?
Are you– scared of me?
Scared of this thing that I have become?
You could run,
You could leave.
But you stay,
And comfort me like a broken, shattered being.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
