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