give me your secrets and i promise to
tell you just exactly what i see in the
misshapen blackness that they are.

if you gave me your mind i'd hold it close
and tuck it in at night to keep the
nightmares from swallowing your psyche whole.

the papers that you spilled your inkwell on
are sopping wet and dripping broken hearts
over the table and over the floor.

i see the hearts you have left scattered
like a trail of bread crumbs

and i see the smile you flashed
just before you tore mine from my
unsuspecting chest.

they say there are no wrong answers
but i still feel like i have failed.