You can attempt to protect him,
but he simply can't be saved.
You are simply a toy,
a pawn in his game.

Tu devrais être prudent,
mais ne crains pas l'obscurité,
utilise la sagesse de tes cicatrices
pour t'aider à t’évader
la nuit.

I may be adorned with eye-catching jewels,
and yet,
I am sitting, lonesome.
A large table that takes up so much space,
and I'm here alone,
listening to derogatory terms
thrown about like
compliments.

Philophobia (n.) The fear of falling in love.

I've been hurt
by a lover
and perhaps falling in love
isn't all that matters
if that's how it ends.

But I want love,
I want to be held in my obscure moments,
may love isn't all that bad,
maybe philophobia isn't for me.

Perhaps it's
agliophobia
the fear of being hurt.

Agliophobia (n.) The fear of being hurt.

The debate of whether or not
our universe holds secrets, other dimensions,
carries on to this day.
But people can be truly oblivious, don't you think?
There's a different dimension in every word, every sonnet,
every story.
All the bookshelves collecting dust
hold thousands upon thousands
of different worlds.

I'm an amateur poet,
passing along messages of sorrow and wisdom
like a child passing notes in class.

You lie upon a surgeon's table,
where masterpieces are crafted,
where changes are made.

Your vision is blurry with tears
as the surgeon, he asks
"What shall I change for you?"
and you blink the stinging out of your eyes,
as you croak solemly,
"Everything."