Honesty
The honesty lives somewhere deep in my chest,
I don’t know if I will ever tell anyone the whole truth-
but I’m hoping to tell parts of it;
the scars on my arm tell me
maybe the truth isn’t hidden so deep inside of me-
maybe I’m not as hard to read as I thought I was;
one night we lay on the floor laughing together,
right now she doesn’t look as scary as usual.
I want this moment to never end;
my biggest hope is that she feels the same.
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