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

Maybe to live

To feel

Is all we have to do