an ode to my heart -
when trust is the fuel for tenderness until the hood slips off to reveal itself for callousness greedy for your softest parts
when it’s hedonism; sometimes you invite it in, other times you kiss it at the door, and the final time turn around, walk yourself home, and cradle yourself in bed
when this vulnerability, this care, is the strongest thing about you, remember to stretch out and take up some space for yourself, too