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