Personal Property
I did not use to hum with anger
or burn with fright
There was a time where
I would offer every part of myself
Hands for holding onto
Writing messages addressed to your name
Mouth for affectionate affirmation
Conceding to your side – I was wrong.
Heart for meeting expectations
Beating and failing to beat
Stress can be so funny
Love can be so frightening
I am full of diluted vibrations
Echoing while I unlearn us
You said there is blood on my hands
That my lips are unlcean
My heart is not your fault
And you are right
It-is-mine.