bleeding heart

my bleeding heart has left blood all over the floor

and i’m not strong enough to clean it up

so i sit in it for awhile

i feel dirty

i feel gross

i feel guilty

why couldn’t i keep it all inside?

what a mess

but then i remember the best artists are messy

they live messily and beautifully

fully

they’re the ones with the courage to feel their pain all the way through

to the point right before death

and then come back to life again

rebirth

stronger and brighter than ever

the bravest most beautiful thing in the world