telling it

if I asked you for a story
what would it be?
sometimes I can't believe you
wanting to get lost in me
but even that broken bit
still burns for you.. I want to hear
your story, like every inch of you I want to know..
there are so many things I want to say but
I don't know how
the things I remember, love..
the things I need from you..
if you were in me, losing control
maybe then I would be able to burn away my doubt
I need to know if you reflect the things I feel
when I ache to possess you, every way I can
is this your story or mine,
and is it scarier from the outside?

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