At least this one time,
This time that I can't stand that plastic smile on your face,
your sad eyes cost all of my courage,
Because you're someone I used to know,
Because I have got a clue,
That your life has turned tasteless,
I will only ask this one thing
"make me your garbage".
Dump your rags into me,
bring to me all your broken pieces,
I can't promise to mend them,
But maybe I will keep them closer to each other,
Within those bleeding walls,
let me in,
at least I will be another but a
clean wall you can lean on.
I will stand here and you will speak,
Now tell me your worries and setbacks,
tell me me your flaws,
Tell me your delusions,
even when they sound nonsensal,
I will be here listening,
tell me your dark history,
tell me how weak you could be,
I wanna hear ,how frickering you could be,
tell me even when you don't find right words, speak to me your heart.
I will get even closer,
show me your masks,
of wellbeing that you wear on your bleeding ulcers,
of laughter than you put on your tearing eyes,
of smiling that you put on your wrinkling face,
of love that you put on your hatred spirit,
of energy that you put on your fainting chest,
of life that you put on your dying heart.
Go nowhere today, I am your garbage,
tell how life get you so overwhelmed,
How you feel so unworthy and torn,
how you regret your stupid decisions,
How you're disappointed of what life is bringing,
how your expectations have gone wrong,
How you feel disconnected, confused, mismatching and unloved,
Dirty, ugly, creepy, flawed, anxious and
teared out,
For "I am your garbage."
©highness11
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