I regret opening up to some people
the ones who didn’t deserve to know me like that
everything holy made to grace their careless hands
their own souls hidden
in tight coils of self-loathing and fear
I knew this
knew they weren’t ready
but like a puppy I hoped this one would be different
these hands would be steady
gentle and kind
this door would open to a heart
with room for me in it
careless hands [poem]
Larissa Lee 