I am a person who loves with more than their heart:
Withing my veins, love is oxygenation.
It pulsates through me, and I keep marching forward-
One hand clenched against my chest.
Love lives in the pit of my stomach.
Sometimes it is nauseating-
A sensation that cripples me from the inside out,
Leaves me clammy. Wanting to shut my eyes, forever.
Sometimes the feeling is light, buoyant-
A fluttering of hope, like a white flag waving in the wind.
Love vibrates along the arch of my back, deep within my spine.
I feel it as I bend over backward, one-million times.
One million-and-one times.
One million-and-two times.
Love lives within my mind, while I’m crying in the bathtub-
The salt from my tears leave me floating in the water,
Baptizing me over, and over again:
Each time my heart feels mangled beyond repair.
In my head it tells me, you must keep breathing.
You must remember to breathe.
You are being born again, breathe.