Fragile to the touch.
Something I tried to cultivate.
A new sheet of paper.
The pen pressed down way too hard.
Ripped this thing into pieces before there was a solid start.
I was a storm.
Reckless with my love.
I was a heavy downpour.
Got you caught up in a hurricane.
When this thing could have been a gentle rain.
This thing started with a flame.
Back when I was just starting to learn your name.
Just a match that started an ever growing fire.
Left me with a third degree burn that I am forced to look after.
Shattered shards on the ground.
I still miss having you around.
Collecting all the slivers as they embedded themselves into fingertips.
Holding on too tightly with sweaty palms that I lose my grip.
One too many glasses of wine.
Sitting here wishing for you again tonight.
Out to sea alone in this ship.
As it keeps threatening to capsize.
You’re nowhere to be found as I start to tip.
Sinking under until I finally drown.