Handle with care By Hannah Abban

No one wants to be alone.

We lock arms and souls with strangers,

Holding the key between our teeth,

Weaving a home with fraying secrets and closeted smiles.

Hoping they'll be the one to give the peace we crave,

Praying they're the one who will stay,

That they'll look at you;

Understand the shades of grey you seem to exist between. 

But your heart is hot

A furnace of yearning

Fuelled by coals of fantasy,

You worry their fingertips will soon get itchy

That they'll simply tolerate its weight 

Before discarding it with dramatic flair

To the floor for someone else, to one day stumble upon and care about.