I hung my heart out to dry

On a clothesline

And it rained every single day

Bouncing

up down

and

Blowing

in the wind

Drenched

in

these

tears

Touching

this

skin

Getting

hit

by debris

That

bruise and scratch me

What it is to be me

To

feel

deeply

Dangling

from pins

safety

I envy those that know how to

To hold it in

Who take the scars on their hearts

And tattoo them into butterflies

They do live in a beautiful hue

But there’s something about

This drenched

Shade of blue

That’s pretty too

An exposed tender heart

Beating not to endure

But to know that water is wet

To live, maybe

To feel

Is all we have to do