For You
Here,
stranger,
take my heartbreak in your hands,
I am giving it to you in words
that I scribbled onto receipts
and margins
when they could no longer stay in.
Here is the loss
I have carried in my chest
that has unraveled in my stomach,
the weight of myself.
Take these poems
they spill from my fingers,
they leave me naked,
this is me coming to terms
with my vulnerability.
Here it is stranger,
take my word,
these words are what make me,
save me, blame me, shake me.
My hands could never make music
so they made these instead,
I wanted to be music to someone's ears,
but rather
I became sprawled letters
on crumpled paper
to people that will never read them.
Read my pain in these pages,
this is the person
I don't project to the world.
Take these pieces,
these poems are my attempt
to piece myself
together.
Stranger,
my heart
and mind,
my love
and loss
are at your feet,
be kind.
2017