He sat me in a chair that day
In the corner of the room
I did not know what he'd planned to say
Although he was going to tell me soon
I sat looking in his eyes
With pain and joy and fear
As he told me words that I needed said
But did not want to hear
And hidden in the message
Were words that made me cry
They were the happy sort of tears
But he did not see them pass my eye
And he told me that he knew it
He knew what he had done
He told me the story that I thought I knew
An adventure minus fun
He apologized for hurting me
And said he had seen my look way back
Before I had come to know him
And decided to unpack
He was the first person to mention this to me
My life a year ago
I did not know what to say
About the truth I thought he didn't know
And then he told me that he loved me
I did not say it back
Although that doesn't mean I don't
But I still need to unpack
Friday, March 10, 2017
Monday, March 6, 2017
Open Book
And she woke to realize
She really was an open book
All the chapters she'd tried to hide
Were really screaming "look!"
The secrets she had buried inside
Were released out from herself
All the things she thought were secret
Proved to be showcased on her shelf
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