Author: Aasiyah Ferrier
Poetry
Glass
Would you be fragile for me?
For us, our love.
Can't you see that I'm being too vulnerable?
And I break, instead of we.
It's not that fair that it has to be me.
If you can't be fragile, then gentle,
gentle like a foaming sea and my feet,
at shore, the cold waters kissing me.
Just please, don't hurt me anymore.
I make myself apparent,
and I make my chest transparent.