I am In Love


You fill me up Like fuzzy peach petals

Pricking my fingers on my own thorns

You take the sting away

Following me like a shadowed blanket

Cushioning each fall

Delicate fingers anxiously pacing

Back and forth across broken pavement

Black stained fingertips

With an even darker heart

You breathe into me

I sink into you

Stem placed in a crystal vase

Holding something broken

Holding someone broken


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