Tell me

Tell me the song you use to get yourself to sleep at 3 in the morning. I want to know which lyric crushes your heart into a thousand pieces, and the lyric that puts it back into place. Tell me every thought that goes through your head when you stare at your naked body in the mirror. I want to know which body part you love the least. Tell me what you fear in life, the thing that brings you the most darkness. I want to know what makes your heart pound rapidly upon the mere thought of it. Tell me those thoughts that enter your head when you gaze off into the distance. I want to know how the colour of your eyes feel when you're entranced.
 
Because I want to wrap myself around that song, analyse it and hold it against my chest and feel what you feel. I want my heart to break too, I want my heart to mend itself, exactly how yours does. I want to look at that body too, to see a human, a person and not just flesh surrounding bone. I want to kiss it until you love it as much as I do. I want to tell you mine, so you aren't alone as we both travel through the dark. I want to caress it and hide it away, somewhere you and I cannot reach. I want to hold those thoughts in the palm of my hand, clenched as I blow them away over a cliff edge. I want to taste the sound of your voice as you describe this to me.