Secrets are dangerous and surprising.
If you think that I'm stripped of them
you're clearly expecting too much, just like my family always has.
Come on, take my hand, let me disappoint you babe.
I'd dream you with my open eyes but I'm afraid to see no eyes,
To be all empty, bare for you, a dream, a wish, unfulfilled by reality,
If only I had it in me to build a world where you'll see me.
It's not enough to name desires and call them secrets for a hopeful audience,
but it's enough to strip down of the small burdens like they don't even mean that much,
To make you feel like I'm exposing irrelevant things just thrown around,
But why would I even write if I'd just tease you with some words?
Why would I even bother to love you if I keep more secrets?
It's not enough, never will be,
Because secrets are perceived and perceptions are what matter,
Like when we perceive a song one way just to relate to it
Or when we have to apologize because somebody loves us more,
And we can't tell them that we love them, we're stuck on "I don't love me more."
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Spilled Poison
PoetryWhen I come into your life, I want to come off real. I want to come like the storm that I am, welcome you in with some thunder, let you make chaos with me. I promise it will be lovely, like the waves hitting the shore, with some violence and beau...
