sit with me on a rooftop when everyone's already asleep and tell me how you think the earth was made. save me a place in that pretty little mind of yours and show me what it's like to get a taste of your cherry tinted blood. tell me why your smile drops whenever someone mentions tenth grade in front of you, and why you'd always cancel plans with your friends last minute. let me wrap my fingers around the strings of your heart and guide you through the dark of the night. tell me why you think god is nothing but a character imagined by men, or why you'd rather go to school than stay home. show me the parts of your mind everyone is too scared to ask you about, and allow me to swim around the galaxies trapped inside your body. tell me why you can't listen to that song you used to adore anymore, or why you cover up your mouth every time you laugh. let me dive into your soul and fill up all the bullet holes till you can breathe again. tell me who hurt you so bad you turned out this way. let me in, we can do this together.
— trust me.
YOU ARE READING
as quiet as a fire
Poetryyou have my heart and mind in your hands now. i hope you have a safe trip. but read at your own risk, i can't promise you'll come out alive.
