haunted houses?

i've always been a good listener

my heart is open for that

(but

when you talk about people you love

i will admit it's hard

not to feel something like longing

because i am a safe space, i suppose

and that is an ache i live in

and i think i lie to you, sometimes,

because i want you to stay here

i need you to inhabit my haunted halls

ghost me, i think, to keep me guessing

so i don't run away when it hurts

you can dig tunnels like arteries

poison my bloodstream

for you, i'll set aside my fear of needles

i'll walk into the fire, i promise

i can make my skin your canvas

i'll paint the picture of your life on my wrists

i want to be your whispered secret

-keeper, secret keeper, keeper)

but to be truthful

it's not hard for me to fall