When I wrote to you the first time
I couldn’t bring myself to be completely honest
In fear of being found out.
But in reading the second letter,
I find myself
Wanting nothing more than to let it loose,
To let the birds go
And to run away with the foxes
That evade me.

Honesty is the best policy
If you’re looking for destruction,
But I have nothing more to lose
And yet everything to gain.
Perhaps by letting myself go
I will find more faces hiding within me
That I have yet to paint.