I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve,
It likes to nip at my heels instead
Pushing me to give more, listen longer,
Ache to ease someone else’s pain- and I do.
I do, but not like a bride, smiling
swearing to be pure — You cannot
divorce this monster
My love is ugly from weather
it will cling to you in all the hurt spots,
sinking roots deep in all that soft
you pretend not to have
love this warm
will wrap you in tomorrow and promise to be there,
like sun, like wind, like rain
This poem is an homage to the screen name I began writing poetry under when I was 13 yrs old.