finally learned to hear the truth whispered from within find the spots where trauma's stored for healing to begin uncovered my unholy ghost—asked it to be free took me on a wild ride but healed the wounds in me except this one, a stubborn thorn, so deep within my neck the rightmost side, it makes me cry and thrash and curse like heck feeling into spots like these the knowings come so clear projection sometimes, certainly, others plain to hear grief unhealed, stored within, taught to harm beneath the skin this one it is so tied to you, intuition told me true known so clear, ever long, strumming on its painful song screaming things, I’d rather not… but holy shit it’s such a spot it says I’m fucked all by myself, it needs the help of someone else a bit of work from me and you, together finally talking through the little things we need to say, the fucking hug that needs its day perhaps in time it goes away, but I'm afraid it's here to stay so, if you spare a skosh of time — yo, even if you’re never mine might heal this thing deep in my neck, and save my ass — cause I'm a wreck
