I.
loving you
is choosing
the most wild flower
in the garden filled with
thorns.
II.
i touch you and
my shadow quivers -
a painful sting clawing
in my throat
letting me know my
heart is ripe
tender, for sorrow
III.
i make the mistake
of always wanting more
to only find my hand
bloodied,
with want. like wine.
i taste sweet and with
two minutes in the sun, vile.
IV.
i'm seconds from pulling you free.
carrying you away with me.
but your raw eyes whisper
dont.
this is not what you want
V.
i,
am not what you want.
you are home.
and i am the scared child
running away.