Naïve

Blind to them

Claws find

Gentle eyes

Dead heart

Dead silence

Claws form

Claws find

Delicate

Strolling through

Broken glass

Blood stained steps

Unaware

They crawl

Beneath you

Through every wound

Until you

Crawl too

There is cruelty, but there is kindness. As you gaze the midnight lake, smiling at the moonlight dancing on each rippling wave, your gentle heart saves me some rest. A soft chuckle at thе small fish popping out the surface of the watеr, a comfortable sigh as the wind picks up your hair, sitting in the silence, in the moment, at peace—but I wish I could say the same of you tomorrow. You always seek the good, but your trust in them will wither you. Your kindness will be choked by cruelty, your tenderness calloused into apathy, your silence drowned in worlds. So gentle, innocent, and pure—you’ll never see it coming. They will claw your eyes, and you will never see me again. But I will see you, clawing benign eyes like yours too