A DIFFERENT KIND

 I know, you never got a taste of my embrace,

the same way i never got a taste of your heart

-all because of fears

mine and yours.

afraid of facing the unfaceable,

a polar opposite

disguised as the same kind,

misplaced assumptions

of familiarity

in a place of utter unfamiliarity

(there is a certain thing about seeing yourself in another body, and finding out they are you, but backwards)

this is a failed poem,

on how it would never work,

for you are too delicate for me to hold,

an i am too fragile for you to drop.

untill, i no longer crumble

i am no longer fragile

i am sturdy to the core

and December doesn't sting anymore.