he played with me
like I wasn't this delicate
beautiful thing;
because he knew I didn't want to be.
people take caution around beauty,
people fear this intangible thing.
they have it
or they want it
but it's not to be understood.
your steps are lighter
when you can't breathe.
and beauty brings forth
great suffering.
you're trapped in it
like lance through your heart
that puts you on your knees,
but you're still all alone
you beautiful thing,