i was just feeling inspired. it may have started out about a guy but then i was inspired by the idea of snow white mixed with my anxiety of talking to guys.

Glass Apples

What words do I try to say
When I speak to you?
What do I do about this
Poison apple lodged in my throat?
It is stuck
And I cannot speak.
If you were my prince charming
Would you pull it out?
Or leave it to
Constrict my speech?
Cotton in your ears
Hides seven pleas to listen.
Yet here I lie
In my glass home
Waiting
For words to say.

i am totally in love with this poem. i was falling asleep in my history class when i wrote it and i still think its amazing. i love the part about the poison apple lodged in my throat. any opinions??