It’s What You Did.

Write me a letter.
Pour the words out.
Empty your bowels until they bleed.
Take all the stops out.
Hold nothing back.
In fact, put your life in it
so when I read them
they can come alive for me.
I watched us come alive
in the midst of all these chaos.
My world was black and white
but you finna brought the colors.
Now I’m a handful of funny feelings;
Hot, cold, lukewarm, blowing off ceilings.