you’re a sweet creature
i realize as i hold your
gentle hands cut painfully with knives
scars, healed and smoothed over with soft, pink skin
your face is what i imagine heartbreak to look like
a lonely complexion of cigarette burns covered with old band aids
the peach plastic peels and curls around the circular wounds like
intricate calligraphy
you’re a sweet creature, darling
someone so endearingly naïve that even when
the sun comes down to beat the harsh heat against your soft, soft skin
you dance around with a popsicle in your sweet mouth
like it is summer
you’re a romantic; delicate and infinitely beautiful
your eyes glow with hope and your delectable lips
slip into that wonderful grin
and though they are warring sides,
you make beauty and deformity harmonize perfectly
such a sweet creature you are, darling,
that the world may never hurt you again