the guardian
you be my pen.
i'll be your paper.
howl to me,
whisper to me,
confess to these thin lines.
tell me all your truths
you've never told out loud.
and if you must—
burn me,
shred me,
erase all of your thoughts.
but first—
before you destroy
what we haven't yet made
press your soul into mine.
release the ink of your heart
onto my blank pages.
even all those notes
filled with self-hatred.
i’ll be the guardian
of your mind’s darkest places.
-M.M.