unspoken confession

wild stories of your youth tumble into my ear
like circus clowns doing somersaults
and i glace nervously at my package unopened
things i’ve closed off
things i’m ashamed of just because
i’m not ashamed of them
the kind of false guilt of a killer who laughs
i tug at the ribbon on my own personal
pandora’s box
run my finger along the inside of my bottom lip
close you gorgeous eyes for one moment
and inhale my past with deep breaths
lift those dark curtains you call eyelashes
and tell me how i look now