So She Says…
She says she loves me
And words have the power of life
But she doesn’t know my heart is parched
Dilapidated like the projects
Outcasted like the Indian
So when she says she love me
She must really mean it
Like her telling me she loves me is a goal of hers
It must never only be words
She must speak with the fervor of her soul
As rhyme is to poetry
As rhythmic as anatomy
So when she tells me she loves me
She dies a little
Because love is sacrifice
Will she die to see me live?
She says she loves me
“I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.”
