mentor epistle II
You care. You think I'm destructive,
you think I'm manipulative, even to you, and yet
You keep me safe, in a way,
you protect me.
You don't want to see me come to harm.
Even with all my faults.
A scratched, mangled phone; broken glass
my shoulders curl with guilt, my chin lowers
as i tuck myself away
behind the covers
I'm the girl who hides under pillows,
and scrapes her hands on sidewalks.
You are the invisible mentor hidden in my palms:
Why do you care? How can you care?
when I make chaos just for fun,
molding it to sick perfection
and setting it free
to destroy both our lives--
and i cry.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry
Copyright © Avery Stonely | Year Posted 2017