The tears cascade like rain down windowpanes
I gave you a window to my pain
A peak at what made me weak
I should’ve known:
Don’t be too comfortable; too trusting; too vulnerable
Because the cuts just plunge deeper
And my pain, too exposed
I’d cry you a river if it meant you’d stay
But you’d built a raft with my insecurities and paddle away
I should’ve known:
Don’t be too comfortable; too trusting; too vulnerable
Changing from prose to poem?
Just getting back to doing more poetry. (https://arowolaju.com/category/poems/).