And when you taught me

And when you taught me
to break my own heart
you didn't even try,

I swam to the top
of my desolation
for only glimpses of you,
cracked for my inhibition,

swam to the bottom
to decide I'd love you
foolishly, quietly-

prepared for summer months
of sunflowers and blisters-

so that at the very least
if you fancied to see
you'd find the death of a human
as she made you something beautiful
and loved you fully,

and maybe you would
like to know you were loved fully
even if by a fool like me
who perished in the process.