cleaved in two, my heart, forever

if only you let people see them.

from the incisions i garner

every time you wield your words at me.

and from my persistent fingers

carving wholes into my own flesh,

when i remember

how your wounds

but even if i turn away,

i know she'll warm my back.

and from behind the halo she places on my head,

she'll still illuminate the path

i knew it as surely as the soil knows the earth,

it's not so much the sun itself,

but the feeling you get when you bask in the light.

and the warmth that seeps its way down to your bones

that burns your skin

and i mean it.

every fibre in my body

believes it.

but i wish i had the guts to say it

to your face,

please

a thousand lifetimes

both inside and out,

both on this earth and beyond.

and no matter the faces i’d wear

nor the things i would do,

i’d still find you