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I’m tongue and cheek,(0.00 / 0 votes)
And you wear a broken heart on your sleeve;
Neither of us has mastered the art
Of just saying what we really mean.
You’re always running,
And I’m terrified to even move.
I’m content with quiet humming.
You belt it out with something to prove.
You seem at home in the crowded room,
And I feel like an abandoned guitar: out of tune.
The red and white cup in your hand
Fills holes in your heart until you can barely stand.
You dance in the street to the traffic song.
I stay on the sidewalk waiting for the cars to be gone.
You flirt and wave at not so handsome strangers.
Hand on your arm, I soberly safeguard you from danger.
I’m the keeper of the keys,
Who will stand by you judgment-free.
You attempt a call to tell him you don’t feel so alone,
But I swiftly steal away that old, beat up phone.
I’m the holder of the hair, as you stare down white porcelain.
I rub your back and help wipe your mouth.
Is this what our friendship is all about?
Honestly, I don’t know,
But I’ll always be there for you when it counts.
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"Fragile: Handle With Care" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 14 Jun 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/71774/fragile:-handle-with-care>.