With the biggest dreams ever conceived,
attention comes and floods the streets.
Everyone has to have a piece
whatever it was, you were giving away.
Maybe it’s because
your clothes will be changing hands
or the simple fact, they used to be yours.
Those expensive jackets
you just leave there on your bedroom floor.
Clutter seems to be an adorable condition
it speaks to your casual nature.
Like no one will ever notice
how you get bored
after wearing it just once.
Who really knows though,
what will spark the newest fad
or what will grab your attention.
Sometimes it’s just easier
being content and satisfied,
naked and wanted, now there’s the dream.
The skin trade in real-life color,
especially since we’re all so curious
what you look like
underneath it all. After all, there are some
who freely give themselves away,
in a reckless abandon,
that one crazy summer
where we pretended to be something
all together different. Jealous eyes
surround the space in our minds,
where we keep our guarded little secrets
from getting out.
I don’t mind telling you
my one true and massive secret.
The day before yesterday,
I sat by a rainy window and reminisced
how the love-drawn hours
spill and soak an already flooded earth.
You’re waiting on my secret, I know,
I’ve started something akin to gossip.
Doing that heavy whisper thing
against the inner ear, I swear
I’ve never laughed harder
that when you pretended to tell me
exactly what it was
you swore you wouldn’t tell.
Nevertheless , there’s something in all us
that we need to get off our chests.
So before I actually promise
to tell my deepest darkest secret,
I want to hear yours…