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I could give you the shirt off my back
With my heart up wrapped inside
Because I don’t know how
To take it off my sleeve
I hope it keeps you warm
Because to be honest
My world couldn’t get any colder
Just don’t break my heart
I broke it once before
And it seemed like forever before it healed
Sometimes it feels
As though I need to protect it
But I realized I only hurt those close to me
Because defenses were too high
So here I am again
With my defenses lowered
Giving the shirt of my back
With my heart wrapped up in the sleeve
Friends, we are getting closer to the launch of Poems for Squares! Here's an excerpt I would like to share with you, which was written for @entrompadorateo. (Swipe to see the photo that inspired this poem!) #poetrybook #newpoetry #newpoetspotlight #newpoem #poembook #instapoetry #instagrampoetry #instagrampoetrycommunity #amwriting #book #books #instapoets #writing #selfpublished #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #bookclub #bookclubs #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #bookstack #diybook #writersofig #smallpress #indiepoetryplease #indiepoet #indieauthors #indieauthor https://www.instagram.com/p/CoN3c1qyr-M/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
a note to my younger self
A Poem on Love:
Love is the warm marrow of my bones, the embers made from the tree that grew in the palms of our linked hands.
Love is the feeling of stars placed in the cavity of my chest, plucked out of the black before their bloom of energy.
Love, the word, the breath, the inhale it takes and the exhales it spends to say, is something the flap of flesh in my mouth wants to say until it bleeds the same color as the velvet of my heart.
Writing a poem
Counting lines on my fingers
I look like a fool