don’t you keep your secrets well? like i did
five years and counting and i was kneeling on your floor
chapped lips and oily thoughts of the summer breathing in your hunting eyes
i’ll tell them if you don’t
and i was far too young to realize that the only thing wrong was you
i grabbed at any chance to be acknowledged,
accustomed to my solitary confinement with the friends i had to make
on my own
that could never talk back to me
so i was fond of your attention
i owed it to you for talking to me, didn’t i
things i could barely comprehend
the meaning of
look at me
not enough
too slow
i think i hear them
hide under the covers
it’s okay
i’ll tell them if you don’t
dont you want to have a baby? we could right now thats a lie
encouragement
lying
pleading
   on your behalf
it wasnt just me, but she didnt live there
and the only person i ever told was a
repeat offender.