you have so much love inside yourself
one day ,
you will only ache
you turn
your brown glass eyeballs in fountain blue,
as you have no more tears
left
to cry.
.
i think, one day,
a hole will open up inside you
but physically —
you will bleed .
who tore you open?
i want to ask—
and who will sew you closed?
you pour all of your blood into someone else,
.
and i touch each wound.
the title was meant to be the title of a poem I never wrote after my cat died, but it fits here too. I wrote this quickly for my friend Emily who has so much love inside their heart. I don’t want anyone to break it.