Undress my heart
Let her feel the cold chill
Of November midnight winds
The howl of the coyote
Is music to her rhythm

If you would have told me
The devil would come to me
Well dressed with empty pockets
I would not have believed you
When he did
I turned the fabric that lined my soul
Inside out
And he plucked
Every last penny and shiny coin
From the folds of my skies
Only to ask me
Where my stars had gone

Are you weary of this body yet
My falsehood
Was believing we were even
In belonging to one another
Or to even belong at all
Know if you can love me
I want you to
If such a thing
Is beyond your capabilities
Hold no doubt
That you should be rid of it
Hold not to the grafting of a heart
Over your chest
When your own beats
So steadily in your chest

I don't know what boundaries are
No one has ever respected mine

I'm never quite empty
Never quite full
Hollow, until the rain water fills me up
Just to seep it out
Just to sleep it out

Self care
Is the harmony of body
With the acknowledgment of soul
And the intentional wellness of both