i don't think you realize this
but these letters
have my soul poured into them
all the rusty corners
and dark thoughts
all the shame
is etched in these
this is my secret
written to you
but not for you
and these i hope you shall never see
because it is absolutely terrifying
to let someone see you cry like there's no tomorrow
let them run their fingers
over your unfaded scars
let them read
your scribbles at midnight
the spiders in your mind
you need somehow
because they may leave
with all your secrets
never give them back
and haunt you till the very end
if that's not explanation enough
that's what ross is here to do
he knows
i want my secrets back
to accompany me in my grave
but he's using them
to spin cobwebs
in the empty corners he dusted
august, you can't save me from this one
