Poem from a graveyard

How to love

Love with your whole heart—

Your mind

Your body

And soul.

It sounds cliche

But try it.

It’s the hardest fucking thing you will ever do.

Akin to peeling back your skin

Revealing your veins and saying


This is me


I am yours

The pulsing of your blood

From the chambers of your heart

Down to your loins

All visible for him to see

Just where to cut you

with the lies in his heart—

His mind

His body

And black and gutless soul.

It hurts.

But pain

Is proof of life

And life is good.

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