Glass and Skin

Is it true vulnerability

if it only comes at the price of

the other not changing, evolving, or

growing in another direction?

Is it true vulnerability if

betrayal isn’t a possibility?

Is it true love if heartbreak isn’t

on the table?

Call me masochistic; call me alive

you can’t have one without the other.

There is no love in lack of agency,

no exposure without privacy,

no vulnerability without soft bits

and open air.

It is not for the weak,

but it will make your

knees feel that way.

It will bring you to them at times

but the ground of the home you

build together should be soft enough

to catch your fall.

When the foundation has cracks in it,

that’s when the house falls,

that’s when the shards of malice

find their way through skin.