I’m collecting secrets and I don’t want anyone to know.
So don’t tell anyone.
I’ve forgotten who I told so pretend you know nothing. Unless it’s just us.
And then tell me everything and love me forever.
It’s better when you don’t have to pretend that part.
Monday, April 21, 2008
letting you in
You should know why I hate silence so much. Why I fear it. Why it can’t happen.
At any time you could leave me, just like all the rest. Was it something I did? I won’t do it again; I didn’t know. Just give me the chance I deserve. The chance I need. (And it's not because I don't trust you; it's because I don't trust me.)
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