on fearing vulnerabilities (micropoem & poem)

(your hands were up)

A symbol of surrender
But I was intimidated by your vulnerability
I emptied the barrel
Ink bled across the page.


I would have flown to her then
Kissed her like I was
Fighting death’s lips
Demanded her to spend the rest of her life
Tied up with mine
If only just once she had said
She didn’t want me.

She smiled.

I couldn’t possibly justify
Loving her perfect patient heart
With my own unraveling soul.

I rest my head now
In the shadow of her lap
And pray that one night
I escape the echo of her tears.

Give Sharkey a piece of your mind.

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