Expose them to your ears from my lips.
Bury my secrets in your confidence
Have my trust at your fingertips.
To know you flawed
Is to love you more
Than the perfection
Of an illusive hour;
Your raw vulnerability
In copious amounts
Is like a love serum
With restorative power.
A mind left to wander
Untouched by your reality
Frames a darkness
That is daunting;
It is a cemetery
For romanticism
With ghosts of unease
Forever haunting.
There is a reason
Cupid is a fallen angel
With arrows to open
New wounds;
Sharp objects
And blunt stones
Carry like truth
In a way that I can not refuse.
Impale me
With the sincerity
Of your fears
Of what we stand to lose,
And I will stand back up
And walk back to you
With nothing
But a bruise.
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