Here's A Flower For You [Poetry]

The Strings I Couldn't See

I am nowhere near nice, baby.

I am just something in between.

You may call me kind but my kindness will only be the beginning of your downfall. It will bring you to your sorrow as expectations start to grow. And don't think that nothing will follow because everything will; but me.

I am made of no diamond but glass; when I'm broken, my shattered pieces will hit you harder than any other sharpness.

I am made of fire and when I'm burnt; soon your heart will follow without any warning from you brain. I burn and I'm burnt.

So that's why I'm telling you this, baby. A not so friendly reminder right from my soul to yours. If you ever feel like you crave for something more, then tell me so I can break your heart before the ground shatters your body when you fall.

Because I am not going to be there; to watch or to catch.

—g.c
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