Secret

You were my best kept secret; a mask of disguise. A chapter full of sorrows. A secret better kept than any of mine. This little secret of ours was too large for us to hold and so we drew circles around our dreams and promised to meet halfway through. We were always a distance apart, close enough to grasp the meaning of a conversation that never took place but so far apart that the words you spelled never reached me. We’re a memory that’s slowly fading away, drained of color from all the storms that we’ve weathered. We tried as hard as we could to avoid the corners of ourselves that were too ragged to be in our way; the people and places that were sharp enough to cut, deep enough to scar. Patterns of lullabies and forgotten letters. We had places to be , things to see but within the secret we were made up of, all we saw were blank spaces and the darkness of the future that we could barely picture. Looking at you feels like slaying dragons with plastic swords, like an apostrophe on a word someone forgot to add. Looking at you feels like embracing a sin I never committed, the mistake we never made.
We’re loud and alive, hidden between the pages and stars, we’re life and love torn apart  at every page. We’re everything but a secret, and somehow you’re still my best kept secret. The only one that matters to me.

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