Destroy me softly in the dead of night.
Rip apart my thoughts with gentle words
and steady hands.
Do not question yourself,
I promise not to protest in return.
Ask me where my words are hidden,
how I bury them
and dig to them without pause so that my muscles won't have time to push you back.
Unearth my dreams,
ransack my heart until we are both covered in blood and truth.
I don't care how much it hurts,
turn my mind inside out and
force
every
thought into your palms.
Pry open those rusty hinges
because heaven knows I am just as clueless as you are to what lies behind them.
And I know, I know, I know
that what is underneath my skin is raw and pink.
Tell me how it tastes.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
Destroy me softly in the dead of night.
Rip apart my thoughts with gentle words
and steady hands.
Do not question yourself,
I promise not to protest in return.
Ask me where my words are hidden,
how I bury them
and dig to them without pause so that my muscles won't have time to push you back.
Unearth my dreams,
ransack my heart until we are both covered in blood and truth.
I don't care how much it hurts,
turn my mind inside out and
force
every
thought into your palms.
Pry open those rusty hinges
because heaven knows I am just as clueless as you are to what lies behind them.
And I know, I know, I know
that what is underneath my skin is raw and pink.
Tell me how it tastes.
