But no, I could never hurt her
She reminds me too much of myself
But then why is she so different?
She moves with a certain grace; indistinguishable
Undefinable, yet somehow familiar
I would like to keep her in my pocket
She’d be warm and safe and dry
But then how will she breathe?
I can cut some breathing holes,
But what if they’re too big?
What if she falls out?
What if I fall out?