what remains
i am nothing but a ruin
collapsed and radiant
cracked open to let the light in
unfortunately
there is no name
for the peace that comes
after breaking open right;
no word to describe
the sweet wreckage
you leave me in
again and again
i would love to tell you
what it feels like
to get my walls torn down
over and over again
what it feels like
to get trespassed
to have the doorways of my hips
open up for you
to have my chest be
a stained-glass window
trembling from the wind
i am nothing but a ruin
humming with our echo