secrets are leeches

growing tired of hiding behind metaphors
in every line, every lie I scribble
baring my conflicted soul to strangers
in the midst of our poetic melting pot
longing to remove the mask
to those closest to me
and reveal my naked heart
but they wouldn’t be gentle
with tender loving care
with healing kisses on my brokenness
just a fist fuck with no warning
and betrayal
with more tear stained pillows
for my lonely nights
my secrets, my shame
every errant fantasy is wasted time
every tug on my heart strings
a familiar tune gone awry
so I’m left with my blues
singing mournful songs into the silence
placing lies between both lips
knowing neither words nor plastic
are proving true when I open my eyes
no security in falling through the cracks
little by little I’m slipping
farther
and
farther
away