“I used to want to lock myself into a vault just to feel precious
But now with every kiss, hello, and goodbye,
I feel a self-worth no banker can tally
And my heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs
Because I want to build my bones into cribs
And lay my reluctance to rest
Test what it would be like to live frenetically
To hold you unapologetically
To plant a giving tree on my front lawn So that when you’re gone I can give you back to me.”

–Apology by Shane Koyczan