If your hand
could reach inside my heart,
what would you do with it?
If I held it out for you to touch
pulsing, pumping, beating with life,
could I trust you?
It is a raw bloody thing,
yet even in all its tenderness
it is strong.
I have given it
to people who did not give a care,
while I still did.
And I have
bled and bled and bled,
so much.
And still,
I refuse to regret any of it.
I r...