I could teach you how to love,

But everyone knows you only learn what you want.

You could teach me how to get,

But everyone knows I am not good at keeping.

I’ve lost from all I’ve given.

But all there is

is what is left in front of me,

squirming in my clasped hands,

like a startled creature ripped from the sea,


I can now feel,

the punctured valves

of my soft heart,

finally taken out,

for everyone

to see.


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