Let’s connect soul to soul.
Place your sweaty palms
in my hands,
and tell me stories
on how your heart
has gotten so cold.
Tell me how you feel about the lies,
and how they’ve gotten so old.
Scream out all your anger
and regret,
as you grip your hair
and begin to cry.
Burry your face in my chest,
as I caress your head
and tell you
“it’ll all get better in time."