I've always feared the little things, Because they're what stole my heart. At first they'd sprout it's tender wings; Then tear them and off, and me; apart.
So, I learned to hide my fragile self, Behind walls that no-one could breach. My broken parts on the top of a shelf, In a box, that no soul could reach.
But then, you reached a lone hand out; Butterflies broke through my ribs. Ten-thousand words that I longed to shout, Rooted themselves on my lips.
The little things will always scare me, That much may always stay true. But you, You crazy, You utterly absurd You punch-something beautiful ******. There's no better feeling than being terrified by you.
One I'm hoping to develop. Part of my #PoemADayToKeepTheDoctorAwayButOnlyUntilJanuaryExcessivelyLongHashtagChallenge