Do not be careless with me

I am frail, propped up by hope

and that wish for a fairy tale ending.

Handle me with care and

if you cannot do this,

then let me go.

I fear, though, it may be too late

You’ve settled into the crevices of my heart

and wound yourself into the blood thumping

through, within and all around

All I have left is this plea.

Do not be careless with me.

I’ve only been here once before

and, even then, it’s never been like this.

I feel stripped, vulnerable, bare

teetering on the edge of something else,

after already flying and hurtling head first into

this abyss of emotions and love and all that comes with it.

This something else, I cannot describe

The licks from the flames at my feet start to hurt,

the pain I imagine is awaiting me floods up intertwined in

the smoke rising from this dark something else.

Do not be careless

with me.

Written 05/08/2018 1650