This poem smells like rain and tastes like Coffee with a shot. Or as my witch would say: “What a wonderful start for a tragedy.”
If you look at me
For a bit too long
I’m sure you’ll see
So I’ll tiptoe around
I can’t let you in
On my secret trick
Not now
Not yet.
All the things
That I carry around
Are dragging me down
They would scare you away
So if you’ll go
Please go
Right now.
For if you stay,
I’ll grow fond of you
And I will reach out
To hold on to you
And to show you my skin
And what hides within
Knowing all of this
I think
You’d break.
You’re still here?
Come closer then
And I’ll let you in
On things never said
But still have been
I hope you’re brave
Or are
You scared?
From face to face
From soul to soul
And skin on skin
I’ll let you in
On my secret trick
‘cause I need you to know
I can break
Into
1000 shards.
Mistress witch writes 