honesty

strips of ripped paper hanging from the ceiling but i’ve never realized how broken they all were, how carelessly they have been ripped and put there. you once told me we have secrets to hold just for us, but i can see now how you put me up there with no care or meaning but only to get me out of the way. honesty doesn’t mean you speak your mind at all times, but to tell the truth when you decide to share your thoughts. i’m screaming out for help like a cold engine in winter. i have come and gone but you have been here from the beginning and weren’t supposed to leave. can’t you see me spin the bottle, begging it to stop at you and to hear your voice talking in trust. why can it never stop where you have sat, why does it stop at me and I have to give out my heart because the string can’t attach to the ceiling anymore.