fragile

i want to tell you that i miss you
but the words wont leave my lips
because even if you were here,
i wouldn't want to touch you, kiss you, or even look you in the eye
too afraid that what we have might break,
shatter into a million pieces
which we'd never be able to put back together.


how did we become so fragile?


in this state of existence, that's not really living
treading on each other's hearts
trying not to leave behind any footprints
because it's easier to erase something with no evidence


too fragile.


even wrapped in the layers of fluff we cushion
our words and actions with everyday,
we are just. too.


fragile


and i can't promise to be careful
or gentle enough not to break this.