tucked in the folds of your heart
lie words written in lapis lazuli
and lamentation
eager to trade words
in pints like blood
but afraid that the cuts of the past
have grown too big for cross-stitches
and do you holler
thinking that it outlasts the cries
of a heart broken
like mason jars in a cupboard during a tornado
or are you trying
to bury those words deeper
words on the seeds of sunflowers
that say,
'i am ready for this heart to hold someone again'
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