treat me like Your Whore

Sat, 11/02/2013 - 10:55 -- Max M

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I want to hear your deepest confessions.
Late at night, I want to know why you cry.
Drunkenly, slur to me the names of everybody you hate and why.

Let me wrap my arms around you
As we get lost in the pulse of your words.
Letter after letter
Truth after truth.
Let the lies and falseness fall
From our candid conversation.

Let me lie on my back and simply
Listen to every word you need to say
And every thought you’re ashamed to think.
Pull a Holden Caulfield,
And treat me like your Whore.

I want to bathe in your honesty
And shower in your sorrow.
With my ears, I will steal away
The secrets you store.
I will break the cross you bare
And clear your closet of its skeletons.
I want to help you start fresh
And anew. 

Comments

eve

it's far to epic for words.


 

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