The heart beat of your life
Unravels into
Whiskey blotted, eggshell white
Paper air planes
That once soared a hair to close
To solace

Hold your attention
As he unfolds
Creases release
human mistakes
He is not yours to worship

All you have you have to offer
Sweaty naked palms
Open wide to catch his sobs


You are now the kitchen sink
His faucet pours onto you

This is the moment you
Learn to be
The woman
He wanted
©LKavanaugh