I don’t just want your hand in mine, I want the thoughts you try to hide. The tears you blink before they fall, The dreams that scare you most of all. I want the story in your eyes— The quiet truth beneath the lies. The things you’ve lost, the things you keep, The names you whisper in your sleep. What breaks your heart but makes you stay? What haunts your mind at end of day? Show me the cracks you paint with gold, The pages of your soul not told. I’ll hold your past, both light and ache, The roads you wish you didn’t take. I want to know you, every part Not just your skin, but all your heart. So tell me what you’re scared to say, The thoughts that always slip away. I’ll love the mess, the fire, the fall I want you raw, I want it all.