Will You Whisper Secrets At Sunset With Me?

Will you whisper secrets at sunset with me?

I promise I'll only tell you the good ones, maybe then you won't leave

Don't give me some pretty words wrapped up in a bow.

Give me your most hated emotions shoved in a box wrapped in barbed wire.

Make me mourn with you.

Make me feel you pain, cut me on the edge of your desperation to change what's already carved in stone.

Make me scream with heartbreak.

Make me feel.

I think my dad stopped loving me the day he realized I was turning into him.

We talk about needing love as children but what about the children who grew up with love but had it taken away as soon as their parents realized they were more like themselves than they could love.

Hey, stop scrolling.

Everyone who is reading this: I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m so proud of you. You are loved. I’m here. Don’t give up, we’re almost there.

Pass it on.

They say we're made of stardust of beauty and myth. I think I was made with the tears of the damned instead.

They dug me a grave and expected me to thank them. Then they buried me alive with a smile.