You, I found,
were like a bubble.
Trapped inside your
own personal space
and afraid to get close
to anything that could burst you.
Maybe that's why
you avoided me like
I were a sickness,
because I had the potential
to be be sharp.
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Hands
PoetryShe tried to remember to keep her hands gentle whenever she touched breakable things, but her strength escaped her sometimes and damage ensued.
