I want to tell you
everything.
Everything there is
to know about me.
About how I ran from
the highest hill down
to feel the air push
me behind.
Once I bent down
before God
and asked Him to give me
death over happiness.
I used to believe that
dust was nothing but
dead memories
fallen away from us.
I will tell you everything.
If only you asked.
Because I want to.
I want to give you
a piece of my mind.
I want you to get
inside the mind that controls
this melancholy body.
I want you to get
inside the chambers of my heart
and wrest dark secrets
from its broken symphonies.
Fix it.
You?
I will tell you anything.