I just want to have secrets.

But you,

You saw how the music effected me,

That it gave every movement that I made,

Even the smallest intake of air,

Purpose.

When we’re close,

I’d hear your voice,

Somewhere I’ve only ever been.

Hidden pastures,

Lavish but,

Like an old shirt,

Worn and frayed at the edges.

You licked my wounds for me,

When you knew where they were.

You always did.

When we touched we both could feel each others animalistic existence.

Your purest form.

My purest form.

It made me recoil inside my home,

Because I know that the people closest to you hurt you the worst.

But today I caught a glimpse of the sun,

Your sun.

Burning so bright,

And it reminded me of being a child.

Willing to take a chance.