As I sit here, the last night before I turn another year,
I can't help but reflect.
The people I've loved.
The people I've hurt.
The ones that have damaged me
and the ones who have loved me endlessly.
The teachers I've had,
and the greatest teacher Herself... Life.
Thinking of the men who held my beating heart in their hands,
just to rip it valve to valve from my chest.
The men who have been in between my legs,
and even the ones who didn't care to know my name.
The hands I've held, the faces I've touched.
and all the faces that have really touched me.
All the things my eyes have seen..
even the things that hurt.

I'm so grateful for them all.