O tunnel of firs, tied with rain, were you watching too, when my parapet ate a hock of indigo at seven, and, still hungry, gobbled a dull star? Were you watching from cold roots, little grove, when something unfaithful happened? A curling lip received a sacrament of apple cider vinegar under clouds of hospital gauze. O firs, you never tell me anything, too proud by half in your gowns of needles. That's alright - I'll lay until the night slips over the line, and imagine a kind of morning where I have nothing to tell you either.
I want to know why. I want to know how. I want to know what's on your mind right now. I want to know what you've seen. I want to know your pain So maybe someday I can relieve Some of the pressure That suffocates your brain.
Tell me you don't love me Tell me that you're ashamed Tell me the things I need To make me walk away Even if you want me Even if I may Don't take my hand And beg me to stay Because I will Forever remain
You see, I tried to tell him about that night "No" I say, "he didn't hurt me" and no I didn't say no but I said things like "That's enough" and "I don't like that" And yes at first I had wanted to And no I wasn't so drunk I couldn't consent But I turned my legs and offered something else he didn't want that... I faked it to make it stop because I didn't know what to else to say I laughed about it with my friends because I was trying to get another reaction. I was trying to ask someone if it was ok... I told my priest and he said I was asking for it I told a pastor and she said "we all make mistakes" I told him because I wanted to explain...why I didn't like that one thing... I never told myself. Because I didn't want to hear what I had to say. and that that is the problem