My throat is collapsing.
Silently and without decorum,
like a wilting flower in the hot afternoon sun.
And I'm so tired of being gentle
underneath hands that are not.
Of exposing the soft underbelly of my heart
as if this time, love won't cut it's teeth
through the most tender parts of me.
And yet, I stay where I can be shattered.
Because some people
are worth breaking for.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 9:33 PM UTC
My throat is collapsing.
Silently and without decorum,
like a wilting flower in the hot afternoon sun.
And I'm so tired of being gentle
underneath hands that are not.
Of exposing the soft underbelly of my heart
as if this time, love won't cut it's teeth
through the most tender parts of me.
And yet, I stay where I can be shattered.
Because some people
are worth breaking for.
