Nooteboom

a rebellion tucked away in her chest. they say she's got skin unworthy to write poetry on, but she tapes those lovelies to her limbs anyway. -dp

You say I don't understand you and I probably don't But how can I ever begin to understand if you never tell me anything? Are you okay? I'm fine... Really? Are you? How am I supposed to know if you always tell me what you think I want to hear Tell me how everything is falling apart how you hate everything including yourself including me Just don't tell me lies I can't help you when all you show me is a wall I can't help you unless you help me first Help me understand even if I never truly will