I will tear down the stars from the sky
and break them into a thousand pieces,
one for you, and 999 for each sour
nothing that you whispered into my ear.
I wish that I some point I could have
shut it out, refused to hear,
But now everything you've ever done,
Every lie you've ever spun,
is carved so deep inside me that my
bones are bare and my skull could crack from the weight of it.
I will write secretly fake secrets,
fold them into paper boats,
full of little paper sins and little
paper men.
I will float them out on the ocean
until the ink runs into other languages.
Even the appearance of impropriety,
and I would tear my own flesh from my
bones,
just so you could see that everything
you told me is still locked in my heart
and even though my heart has rusted
into a busted comapss,
pointing me everywhere but right,
at least if I can keep your secrets,
I'll always be able to sleep at night.
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