Confess to me
All those little truths
you haven’t let leave your mouth since they were first branded in
I want to witness all the pieces of you-
Gone and shredded at your very own hands
What sweet hell
do you have flicker behind your eyelids
when you’ve turned your voice into a siren going off
in middle of our bedroom
Will you relay them to me in the morning
while we bask in the roughed around life
we’ve scraped up for ourselves
Will you let me love you
even when you think it’s the last thing
        I would ever really want to do  


-  I know I can’t make you better but I can stay anyway