You are the error of my ways.
And I, my own executioner.
Take the blame wherever I so choose
to place it.
The impulses that drive the breath from my lungs,
the reason I rise each afternoon,
it's you and you know it.
You let me live and I thank you for it.
Welcome yourself to all of my
being.
Make yourself at home within my fears.
Put your feet up on my heart and don’t bother dusting them off first.
Use me,
I want you to.
Love me with pins and needles
until all the seams are flawless.