i want to tell you
everything
the secrets
in my ribcage
the sights
stored in my corneae
the stories
lying dead, untouched
but
it’s almost like
you already know
everything
i want to tell you
everything
the secrets
in my ribcage
the sights
stored in my corneae
the stories
lying dead, untouched
but
it’s almost like
you already know
everything