hsavinien | A poem what I have writ

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Title: Un/certainty
Author: H. Savinien

Don’t let her smile touch the sides

on the way down. It’ll burn your throat.

Un/certainty is a chancy thing

and hurts, acid patina on the inside

while the outside stays cheerful.

I care, I’m fond, but I can’t say love

because I’m not sure. I’m never

sure. But I care, and knowing her caring

burns. It’s warm.

And terrifying. Dangerous.

I don’t ever want to hurt you, but

How can I make sure?

Thanks, it was just something I needed to get out of my head...