the truth is, xxx

(photos by madi-ju)

and that is the truth. the truth that i hold back while i slip my fingers in between yours. the things that i don't say when i touch your face. the silence that ensues when i lie beside you, dreaming.

it's true, it's true, this is the truth, i am coming clean, because my days and nights are filled with images of you, images that clog up my heart, that fill to the brim, so that i am always on the verge of exploding.

am i too late? is this too late?