Here, take mine
Knowing that you are in pain
is far more excruciating than any discomfort of my own
I’m prickling sensitive, imminently tearful
My body on high alert, as if my activated response can somehow overpower
the slow sadness of your loss
as if I can conjure a force field of fierce protection
around your heart.
Here, take mine –
I’d rather it be the broken one
it’s pulled through before
and I want yours whole, and warm, and wild with bliss;
Let me
handle the storms.
6/23/26
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Beautiful, excruciatingly so! Love the love you’ve expressed here!
This is so well said. I feel every prickle of it.