Your heart and mind meet at the back of my throat
and that’s where the words come from.
I thought I knew softness before I met you
but I didn’t know anything,
I knew softness came before sin
and kindness came with conditions
but I’d never known this
I thought I was done,
that there were no pages left to turn
but you came holding your own book.
I’d run myself dry,
bled myself to the bone,
but thank god I had pulse left
I was done choosing boys
over choosing myself
then you showed me
I didn’t have to choose.