I don’t want to leave you.
Please don’t leave me.
I don’t think we’ll have to,
we don’t have to break up.
Our bodies do it for us.
They are so fragile.
We’re fragile things.
This moment will pass.
Please don’t let it go.
I will breathe it in.
I will store it inside,
to have it haunt me,
haunt the inside of my head,
as a fragile thing.
The heart that I love
is wrapped up in flesh.
I fear it to reject me.
It’s depending on blood.
It doesn’t have to refuse of me,
for flesh and blood
are fragile things.
The rain is pouring.
I’m not made of sugar.
Your words made me shiver.
Maybe I am?
Your dark curls are strained,
with a spark of silver,
I need to hold on to,
hold on to so dearly,
my muscles never ease,
not even at night.
I cannot sleep.
We’re fragile things.
Mistress witch writes 