the day is going to break upon me
when I'll have to leave behind
the last reminder
of the dedication put into
all the years worth
of skin I've shed,
and I just want it to be remembered
that all I wanted
was to let my heart
find safety with the sun,
and sleep outside my sternum
every morning
without the vultures
coming to claim their feed;
and although existing would
become absolutely unbearable
whenever better seemed to take forever
to do, to love, to find,
I have always tried
so hard
to take it easy on myself.