you wanted to know the truth.
     about me. my phantom, the truth is
i have simply loved you to ******* death.
i have kissed you into the ground.

the truth is what
   made me a liar. the truth is
     that i am ******* scared to death
               of the truth.

the truth that
    lurking somewhere in my own downward-spiraling infinity,
  solving all the mysteries
we’d all rather keep unsolved,

         the melody-like burning in your ears,
the key scraping holy vandalisms on
the walls of your mind,
the needle inking unwanted tattoos
      on the only skin of your soul.

      these are
           my truths.