What if I told you I was ready,
and that I finally learned how to bear the burdens
of the world and not bend my back to the point of breaking?

What if I told you I think there’s a reason,
we shower each other in kisses
every time we open a bottle of whiskey?

What if I told you that
I haven’t been happy in eleven months,
but I was close enough when I woke up with your arms around me?

What if I told you I’m sorry for all of the times
you tried to touch me and I flinched,
what if I told you I was ready?