we are scar-tissue; we’ve been wounded but
internalize the pain. i will let myself bleed for
you but you rather suffer alone. it’s all you
know, being vulnerable is foreign to you –
and that’s okay. i'm plenty vulnerable for the
both of us. there are more important things
you need to acquaint yourself with like how
to concede a little illuminance so the moon
and stars can have a chance – yes it’s selfish
of me to be the only one to worship your light,
but the cinnamon in your eyes is too tempting.
you always leave me with my heart in throat –
maybe that’s why all my words beat
soundly to your heart.
