Desideratum: I.

Tying a knot in the few times I felt I speak up.
Unforgettable, unsurpassable momentary fleeting
And I could give you a thousand reasons for a thousand things, but the scattered letters that flow out are no comparison.
So instead, I rip open my chest, hoping, yet knowing that you alone hold the key to the door underneath.
I lay open and exposed, and I give you this, this filthy part of me.
That which is prideful, lustful, envious, angry, dishonest, and selfish, i give to you.
Where the foreboding tomorrow will carry;
Where the lost and weary may find rest;
Where the cold and broken may be anew;
I lay my head unto you.