heart peel

slowly I peel my heart open as if it were a banana

one sliver at a time

attempting to leave the untouched part of it

safe and intact

fresh and unweathered

but I know eventually I’ll have to stand naked

in my vulnerability,

lower my walls and

pull back my thorns-

 

even the most beautiful rose is nothing

if not loved and adored.

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