Your heart and mind meet at the back of my throat
and that’s where the words come from.

I thought I knew softness before I met you
but I didn’t know anything,
not really.

I knew softness came before sin
and kindness came with conditions
but I’d never known this

‘till you.

I thought I was done,
that there were no pages left to turn
but you came holding your own book.

I’d run myself dry,
bled myself to the bone,
but thank god I had pulse left

for you.

I was done choosing boys
over choosing myself
then you showed me

I didn’t have to choose.

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