Poem: Heartbeats

I fear and you touch me,
And somehow I know that everything
Will be alright

I cry and you hold me,
And just when I think you can’t get closer,
You do.

I hurt and you ask me to dance;
My heart is heavy and aching, but
You make me smile.

I unclothe my scars and you cry—
Not for their ugliness, but for the
Pain that painted them

I touch your breast and I realize that
The heart beating beneath it
Is my own

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