You're sweet and
Kind
To me.

It's superbowl Sunday
And I've pulled up a chair.
To sit with you outside

I caught a glint of
Metal
Sharp and shiny

From my periphery.
I flinched and went on the attack.

And you came back
With

Apologies.
Sweetness.
Kindness.
Humility.

I apologised immediately
Through out your own apologies
That you knew better
That you were sorry and you just wanted to put the
Scissors inside.

I felt awful.
It was just instinctual.
I can't believe I thought you wanted to hurt me.

You're just too sweet
For something as broken as
Me.