I need you
But I don’t know if I want you.
You need me
And I know I need you to want me.
There’s a secret compartment in my heart,
One where water overflows and
Salt stings the wounds.
I cry in secret.
Every word is cataloged,
My body like a library of memories.
The tears, the voices, the hands on my body,
Captured in my spirit.
Have you ever picked at a scab
And it never healed?