It’s harder to soften into love than it is to hang onto bitterness and cynicism. Love will crack you wide open. It grabs onto you with its teeth and shakes you like a limp teddy bear that’s been through the washing machine a few dozen too many times. Love’s no fucking joke.

my heart is granite, a fixture in my chest

it lets in no light, impervious in all respects

hardened in its house of origin, weathered and beaten

this work of healing is the slow, nearly impossible softening of stone

where rain will wick right off to where rain will soften and soak

it will never show, but it wants gentle rain, it wants to soften,

to heal to taste to open to slowly crumble and cradle rather than reject

wish me luck, i am the alchemist. 

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