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HANDLE WITH CARE
Ever since I was a child
I’ve had a hard time holding fragile things
So the night you kissed me began the count down
to how long we could bend without breaking
I was comforted and horrified to find
that you too
had palms that itched to crush
no matter how often your heart whispered
be gentle
I held on too tight
until we were nothing but particles of dust
that you let slip between your fingers
but at least we can split the blame
for the destruction of two entire years worth of longing
I have since learned to walk through antique shops
with my hands behind my back
I’ve had a hard time holding fragile things
So the night you kissed me began the count down
to how long we could bend without breaking
I was comforted and horrified to find
that you too
had palms that itched to crush
no matter how often your heart whispered
be gentle
I held on too tight
until we were nothing but particles of dust
that you let slip between your fingers
but at least we can split the blame
for the destruction of two entire years worth of longing
I have since learned to walk through antique shops
with my hands behind my back
Published 5th Apr 2013
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5th Oct 2014 00:00am
I know this was written ages ago, but I really like this poem as it's something so many can relate to! The last stanza particularly stands out for me, it's just a shame that the font makes it a bit difficult to read (in my opinion)
