I have a secret.
One that I won’t tell you.
Because it’s my secret.
I’ve kept this secret for a while now.
I’m afraid of telling you, in case you ruin it for me.
Perhaps I am selfish, keeping this secret.
But this secret is what keeps me alive. It keeps me sane when I am in danger of falling apart.
Which is why I’m scared in a way, to tell you this secret.
Because how can I be sure that when it’s no longer my secret, it will still continue to keep me alive?
I can’t know that, not unless I find out.
I guess i’m not going to find out.
Because the stakes, my sanity, are too high.
I may be sorry, that I’m not telling you.
But trust me, you would probably be better off not knowing.
I'm not going to ask you to tell me, I know what that's like. But what I am going to ask you is WHAT WERE YOU DOING BLOGGING AT 1 IN THE MORNING!?
ReplyDeleteyou should have been in bed silly girl.
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I am curious though..
oh actully you already know my secret :P
ReplyDeleteand i wasnt bloggng at one in the morning!!! thats just the time it came up with :) but i swear i wasnt!!
love you!
I would have to agree with you Stepho.
ReplyDeleteI feel as though i have nothing else inside of me that no one doesn't knows about. To be honest i miss that feeling of having something inside of me. I feel as though everyone should having something to hide and i want you to have that one thing inside of you that no one knows. I think i need to find that thing again inside of me.
Xxx