Your words taste oddly familiar

Like something lost

That my soul has craved ever since

A thirst longing to be suppressed

You curiously rummage through my veins

Unveiling parts of myself that I tend to keep locked away

But now I've handed you the key

And as the blood pours over tired scars there's a sense of relief

Rarely am I ever truly at a loss for words

But something about the way you've managed to dull this once permanent ache

has left me speechless

Your being seems to bear some kind of cure

Your eyes carry hope of restoration