intimacy is my drug
communication like a bong for me to inhale
breathing in your essence
exploring the depths of what makes us who we are
not the surface us
the us behind closed doors
the parts we see in the dirty mirror
I love hearing about all the different aspects but something so real
so deep
when lifting the vail to those pained parts
How beautiful is the process to awareness
to understanding
Give me your trials
Your fears
Give me your triumphs, your conquests
Pour your tears into my cup and let me drink
Let me lie on your bed of broken glass
The shattered pieces of your heart piercing my skin
Tell me the uncensored story of your soul