• inkblot303 5w

    Treat me as the gentle thing I am.
    And please.
    Not just when it suits you.
    "You don't understand, love"
    Oh, but I understand.
    I understand,
    That you holding my hand draws eyes.
    I understand that eyes lead to words,
    Which become the flimsy foundations
    Of rumors.
    I know you detest rumors and I understand.
    Really, I do.
    Maybe I just wish that
    I meant more to you than
    An ear free of the itch
    Of others words,
    Particularly the false ones