you know my secrets. tell me yours.

gory truth fizzles on your tongue, and i'm watching your eyes
for some becoming hint of understanding. you taste winter
on your breath. i wait, have waited, and will continue to wait
until the sun is bleeding like oxygen from your pores. please
find happiness. please find happiness.

you know my secrets. tell me yours.

gory truth hums in your veins, but you refuse to meet my eyes.
drumbeats like hearts pumping all in the air around us. we spare
a quiet moment for our mutual sickness, our shared desperate
sadness. i am interested to see you cry.

you know my secrets. tell me yours.