You have my heart,
all of its various parts;
each and every dark corner
and the vibrant center.
You have my mind,
dreams of every kind,
every thought and feeling,
every sorrow and song I sing.
You have my soul,
all of its heat and its cold,
every inch of it you have,
my future and my past.
You have my body;
the bruises and the impurities,
its scars and skin
and its sense of feeling too deeply.
You have all of me,
all I have to offer;
the brutality but also the beauty.
I trust you with it all, believing in our forever.
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
