on my skin, on my sleeve

he carries with such!

a tenderness the weight of my love,

flawed and fragile though it may be.

i am faulty as

this heart who once knew

dark ways— unacceptable by standards

even i had once adhered to—

and now longs for his beacon.

he is the threshold to a change

i did not foresee,

that i cannot

that i will not live without.

i bear the marks of foolishness

on my skin, on my sleeve so

who could doubt my breach of trust?

i am aware and my shame

cannot be undone.

but time will sing, will pray—

as love will mold me—

that oh,

what i once was, where i once failed

let it be the ground

that i crush ‘neath my feet

on my journey with he

who has restored this heart and

bade me tread upon new pasture.

luciafirenze

on my skin, on my sleeve

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