for too long,
the arms of another felt like the sting of a rose bush down my waist
you never know they’ll hurt you until they do
and he did.
you wrapped your arms around me
for the first time in months
in another person’s arms
i felt safe.
the night I first kissed you
it was warm.
there was no sting.
you are daisies.
not roses.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
for too long,
the arms of another felt like the sting of a rose bush down my waist
you never know they’ll hurt you until they do
and he did.
you wrapped your arms around me
for the first time in months
in another person’s arms
i felt safe.
the night I first kissed you
it was warm.
there was no sting.
you are daisies.
not roses.
Request permission to use this poem