naive

would you bear the blood around my heart between your palms?
would you embrace that fragile flesh the once I called mine?

for i know that I’m giving it to you

every fraction and piece within me

and my whole

are exposed

by the letters you spilled to me

and the way your fingertips seeded me

flowers are growing back

in the empty places i had

pages aren’t blank anymore

ink is splitting

am I waking from a coma?

or having one?

my heart

is yours

will you let it slips from your hands?

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