i bet you expected salt. i bet you’re used to leaving heartache around like poppy seeds. ready to watch hurt blossom in the place of love. did you not know that the women before me left honey in my bones. that i come from a line of nurture and morning dew. we do not know bitterness. there is no salt in my system. we welcome the rain with open arms. we dance under the bashful sun. we make bandages out of palms and icepacks out of kisses.
hurting and healing. we breathe both. the essence of life is braided into our frizzy hair. so i will not hate you. because i cannot hate you. i only pray you accept love. and that you find light. i am okay. at my core i always am. i wish you find the same energy within you.