When she talks to you, you don’t really speak
And when she cries, her words you turn them bleak…
You watch them drip to the floor…puddles of black…
Just like before…
But she sees you every night…
And while in bed, she never leaves your side…

And you know all of her secrets…
But you’ll never tell a soul!

You are confided in, locked up and prided in
Your insides, details of someone’s life!
Banished virginity, self-hating symphonies,
You have it all…And there’s more to come.

And you know all of those secrets…
That makes the flesh just creep!

A fetish for ketchup, a desire to get up
And die…thoughts of suicide
Lovers and families, poems about the breeze…
And death…and quotes from Macbeth!

And you know all of those secrets…
You hold them tight…
Never let them go… out of your sights

Soon you’ll be full of it, replaced without a fit
Now, but your ink stained pages will last.
And someday in time from now, someone will pick you up
Or not…you collection of passing thoughts…