It’s fragile...but don’t let it’s fragility be mistaken for gentleness.
Neither can you take it as a strength.
Surely, it’s most definitely my weakness.
Except when it hurts the ones I care about the most.
Careful...what you say might trigger it.
Under no circumstances can you awaken the beast.
Run? How I wish I could
In the light of day, or the darkest of nights.
Tears and broken hearts is what it leaves behind.
Instant stains of black blood left on my hands.
Exceptional, fantastical, radical hurt.
Sadly, unfortunately...it’s bound to hurt,