• poetonmotorcycle 24w

    She asked, “say something pleasing to my ear?“
    “I am scared. What If I hold your hand and you get scars? What if my failures infect you too. What if I have to watch you self destruct from far? I have seen you hugging trees. And replay cliche movies scenes in the middle of street. This is not a poem where I can decide how to end it. There’s no script. There’s just you and I, and my inability to get things right, no matter how hard I try. So why don’t you stop looking at me with hope. Why don’t you maintain distance? There’s no home.” He replied.