I’ll crawl into your bed
and burrow under your covers.
I’ll be your little secret,
so quiet and so afraid.
You’re killing me.
Every slow breath is like
venom sinking into my skin.
How sensual,
blood dripping from your teeth
as you draw the curtains.
I wish I was your everything,
but I’m only a body,
only a vessel,
only a space to fill.
Nobody can know what we share,
about your feelings.
Why are you so scared
of yourself?
So quiet and so afraid.
You cower when confronted.
Little do you know,
you scare me, too.
The dark veins peeking
through your thin skin.
Just one cut.
You’re so fragile
even though you deny it,
hide it,
bury it in six feet of remains.
No one has to see it.
I’ll be your little secret.