I want you to know that it
is not
always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest
is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you
can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road
map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with
instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do
with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me
anyway.
