Why do I turn to you?
When I need a shoulder to cry on,
My pen flows effortlessly on your body,
Silently, you let it bleed on your blank pages

Why do I confide in you?
All my secrets etched onto you,
Permanently inked like a tattoo,
All my fears and weaknesses, to be seen by only you.

Why do I rely on you?
Feeling the pain burning my heart like arson,
Feeling the darkness rising within me, encasing me,
Somehow your red cover fills me with hope and purpose.

Why do I trust you so much?
I guess the answer is pretty simple,
It’s because…you console me,
That’s why I put my trust in you.