Makeshift Tent of Woe is Me

Would you really want to touch me
hold me
Until the screams die down

Could you squeeze out the tears
Make my muscles constrict into

Smiling

I can't quite see it
Feel it

Nothing so unpalpable

Could this be fear of your gaze
That I may become
Far too enveloped by your words
That I fall?

Tumble

Entangled in your arms
That I lose touch

Until you let me drop?