a king, oh my, that is exactly what you are
and you know it, stringing me along
i let you, because i am so lucky to be graced by your presence
for i am nothing more than a wreck
a danger to myself
but maybe, just maybe, you see something more in me
not my mother
not my father
maybe you see ME
but as a king, you must be stoic
withholding
unwavering
i understand, i truly do, but why must a king be made of stone?
i am made from glass and water
i shatter over and over again but it stays contained
water erodes rock, you know
perhaps thats why you wont get too close
you are scared and so am i, king,
why cant we be scared together?