Things I’ll never tell

[chillia]

If there was a cut on my skin
Each time the guilt creeps in
Each time i side step a subject
To not have to tell you about it
And the skin was peeled off
Each time the rage sets in
Each time I do tell you something
And you react exactly the way I knew you would

There’d be no skin left on me.

I hate that invisible line between us-
you might not even be aware of it-
because I’m getting better and better
at pretending,
at misleading,
at hiding.

But some things I’ll just never tell

So rest assured, our conversations will continue to be honeyed,
Like the artificial sweetener in the afternoon tea.

*this is badly written, I’m sorry, I’m having quite the fucky day…