I’m sorry I only noticed your beautiful finger
And how even your scars were like that of a tigers
Im sorry I spoke about my love of zebras and my ignorance of what it meant to be a pimp
You had your heart in your hands, which I had never understood or would understand
My first so I assumed it’d be my worst, not worth attaching any hurt
But attached I still became
through the bars of my cage you held out your heart in your hands and I shrunk small enough to escape












