at asking
for giveness
or anything
my tattooed heart
doesn’t
already have
an excuse for.
The heart has to
put up with a lot
it doesn’t like
which is why
we keep it
locked
deep down
where pride
and several other
vanities tell it
stories
we would be ashamed of
were they true. But
dumbstruck
or just dumb,
I come to you now
with what’s left
and offer you this:
take whatever
is good, whatever
is of value in these
veins & muscles
and make of them
something useful
which is all
I ever wanted
to give
to you.
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