I wish I’d told you all my stories.

I want to tell you all my stories
It’s not that they would change
It’s just that I would like
To see them
Form
A new expression
On your face

I need to tell you all my stories
I am not sure
If they make
Sense
The way I thought
They do.

I will tell you all my stories
They frighten me
I’m sure you won’t endure
I see muscle tension
Preparing you to run
As my haunted words echo
In your heart, your mind, your soul,
My haunted heart has found a home!