voor Patrina

I would like to return

my insides to outside, for just a moment

it's somewhat futile, I know
unless you ingest them

but hear me out

every time I have damaged
ruined, broken or crushed

because I didn't understand

has become a piece of a pattern
carved into my flesh, healed over

you can see them all now, exposed

I have become the most beautiful
documentation of pain

why have I shown you this?

your heart is written on me
in details not even I can comprehend

and can never be removed