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
Written 05/08/2018 1650