Pick Me Apart

I am in alignment with your ethos and pathos Your Black and Olive shirts Your gym time and the quarantine- of my heart The baggage you carry is heavier than you feel

The laughters are weighted down It meanders in the unvined territory of the unknown Pain, Grief, Betrayal You still stand tall

While it's incredible And you are stronger when vulnerable I wish you gift me some of your weight bodily, pressed onto me spirit, sharing mine burden, more for me grief, bigger on my side The burden on your left shoulder onto mine The grief behind your ribs let it balance the geography of our bodies Bruise me where it has bruised you Claw me where it had clawed you Tear me from the very spine that tore you into two

Pick me by my threads apart each at a time weave the blanket- you must own, weave the jacket that keeps you warm- in the harsh cold slavic winters Pick me apart, part by part Weave me into yours. Use me to warm your bits I would gladly put my ribs- on fire to keep you warm.