Don't worry baby,
It won't hurt, you croon.
But it does,
every time.
And each time after, I will flee.
Scamper into the darkness,
barefooted,
bruised,
bewildered.
Every time,
I'll trip and claw my way,
over branches,
through the dirt.
But baby, "I love you."
You'll say.
And for some reason,
My broken feet,
limp and hobble their way,
right back to you.
I tremble in the wake of your love.
It won't hurt baby.
But baby, it always does.