For my past, my future,

For my past, my future, and people like me,

Be careful,

something sacred sits on your lips and this

is a confession in flesh for those of us who always have something to say.

Listen,  

you’re always going to be that one kid in a loud class

who gets called out for talking too much. And I know you’re not talking back,

just explaining. You are going to be the kid who shouts their crushes name

from down the block just to give them a bag of gummy worms because you know it’s their favorite food.

Honestly, I wish I could’ve stopped you, but then I wouldn’t have a reason to procure my words so perfectly. Do you understand how divine it feels to say the right things at the right time;

to look in someone’s eyes and speak until parts of them are reborn from their ashes

 

or to say I love you and have your lovers lips remind you where the nape of your neck is.

 

I also need you to remember

Giving up yourself is tiring

you’d think it’d like breaking fish and bread but, you’re warmth is infinite.

Some days it feels like your tongue was made

just spit silver and gold because you know

that’s what people want, right?

A healer who wakes up every morning tasting something holy on their teeth.

Someone who can hear  sonic timelines in voices, the moments when we first learned how to crawl into ourselves. When we were told that our skin was cross-stitched with sin until we are left shaking alone with our thoughts.

 

Those are the moments where your tongues will fail you. When you find both the sinister and sublime in silence and learn that actions are words made raw;

every tooth and talon, but a collection dead syllables stacked and sharpened.

And you know the sayings that could draw blood, so be careful.

Something sacred sits on your lips and some lessons need to be relearned

because currently, Current Me, needs to know that

it’s okay to be silent. To love as much as you can, and that

hugs make great emotional swiss army knives.

 

Because something sacred sits on your lips;

I pray you’ll wake up to taste the holy blessed on your teeth

and learn new ways to heal each morning.

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