Secret Keeper


I've always been told that i'm wise for my age.
I think about her when they tell me that.

Fragile-
I see her face.
Warm,
Welcoming,
Understanding.
It was her-
The first one.
She made it okay

I always come back to her.
That's why I wear this thing.
Sometimes it's so heavy that,
The side of my body sags, with its burning reminder.
Most of the time-
Its light.
Understanding.
Like her.
Freeing.
Unfamiliar, but somehow..
Real.
And that's all I need.
Wherever she is-
My secrets stay hidden with her.
Wherever she is.

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