I'll play your ribs like a piano
hold you closer than the fibers of my own shirt, I see now how
over your chest it's draped
just like a cloth holding back the violent flames that spring out from beneath,
I can feel it in my feet,
the burning coals upon my toes
as I walk the streets of your heart,
paved with all the lovely stones you've tossed around and stepped upon.
not to mention
the brokenness you've tread from filling everyone's shoes,
even mine as I traverse you in your sleep, thinking of you as I
continue to hold back my view
of my own past,
hung from my back,
I've got a lot to learn
but I know it's always just for you.
it's always just for you.

you've made a home inside this hollow heart of mine,
down to my bones you've made a nest to come and live.
and I can't thank you enough for making me whole again.