you can’t tame wild things

She was the first wild thing you ever touched,
and your scars still bleed sometimes.

She was all rabbit eyes, fawn legs,
and the claws of a lioness.
And you held your chains above your head
like you wished you could catch her,
make her yours.

Oh silly boy, 
you can’t tame wild things.

– fragments
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