Love You

Every time I meet someone I end up hurting them.

Your face
Is moving closer,
Reaching out
To show affection.

Your hands
Are pulling me nearer,
To hold me
And show me some comfort.
Your lips
Are meeting mine,
Touching them
Ever so softly.
Your mouth
Is forming words,
They say
I love you, my dear.
My legs
Are running away,
Keeping me
From hurting you.
					

				

Author's Note

This one isn't that great. I'm not even sure it makes sense.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

It does make sense. I liked this poem, thanks for sharing.