| the helpless
our frontline is fenced
with the shards of the glasses
that you broke at my feet
every time i voiced
my foolishness
by admitting
that
I WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH FOR YOU
now neither of us
will dare to cross it
because
the lilacs circling my fingers
can be easily punctured by its edges
and
your toes of gold
are strong enough to not bleed on the impending piercing
but not heavy enough
to polish your own sharp points
into softness
the proud |
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gold & lilacs
PoetryHuman nature is all about trying to fit into the normality of society despite its own simplicity and complications First place winner in THE SINNE AWARDS
