In order to know someone,
bleeding yourself out into a cup
and letting them drink it down
is sometimes the only way.
It lets them taste the salt in your wounds
and the nectar in your view
of the intricacies of life,
spinning and turning
through every step you’ve taken
to reach this point.
Let them see your shackles, your restraints,
and trust them
when even if they say they don’t have the power to break them,
they can still aid you
as you rid them yourself.
It may take decades, aeons,
a million fractals of your stitched and glued and re-stitched heart,
but they’ll be there through all of it.
Just give them opportunity to take that first sip.
Treeshallow Musings 