If you are too tired for self care
and can’t give the world anything more
thus they ache in tandum with you
or hopeless, or
if I can infer
you’d not be those things
to the fucking Nth degree
if you hadn’t had to tell every other person in the world
to fuck off
or mind their own fucking
(choose all that apply)
for the sake of all things holy,
please know of what you wish to speak.
one source is not the end-all-be-all
until it is the source of one’s perceptions of personal experience.
Out of fucks to give now,
nothing more or less.
and that is your right;
may it not be your home.
Go ahead and sleep this day, this week, away.
If you wish to invite me over, I’ll guard against the monsters.
When you wake, I will listen, before I act.
If it turns out you need a transfusion
of random acts of love
I specialize in
words, hugs, and so-stupid-they’re-hysterical real life experiences
’cause damn I went there
It was exhausting,
it is exhausting,
but it turns out that dispensable give a damn
given love and time
I have love, and you,
if you’re at the end of your rope
and already tied a knot to hold
and your hands are blistered and slipping,
shouldn’t we tie it around your waist
until you heal?
Until then I won’t leave.