sometimes
i feel so fragile
so cold and brittle
so utterly damaged
by trying to love you
that i am sure
if you touched me gently
(which you don't)
i would simply shatter
in your hard fingers
like cheap crystal
leaving you with
nothing
nothing but a handful of
glittering
worthless
fragments
oh
please
touch me now!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the Piecat Lady. Something real to say in a thoughtful, creative way.