I am so fragile in your hands,
A shaking mass of insecurities and love,
bundled together with raw nerve endings.
I am terrified, I fear my love for you, it is a rising tide,
breaking against the harbour of my soul.
Please, be gentle with me, I am afraid
and can be so easily shattered,
you’d only need to flex your fingers
and I would be crushed into glittering dust,
and used as your warpaint.