To the one who might love me

by The Huntress

If you ever considered
pulling me away from a car crash
or donating your heart to me ...

Don't do it.

You are not my saviour.

I live, comatose, in a world
full of legends and lunatics.
It's peaceful in here.

Hiding in fairytales, trying to
escape dragons that appear
in shadows of my own; trying to
forget about the amount of times
my skin hooked onto
bramble branches, branding
the ever-same places
blood-red, as if waiting
for you to wipe my hurt off.

But legends don't carry handkerchiefs,
and don't think you could ever
smell its perfume and think it's me,

for I am not from your world.