"To be or not to be?"
Stifling the scream
Forming in my throat.
Tension,
A devouring force,
Creating
Nothing
In the care of my heart.

"Can I trust you?"
I have buried
My bottled feelings,
Ignoring my cries
If only to forget
How to drown in tears.

"There's the rub."
I can't trust unless
I can give something
That will never be given
Back. Secrets
When told are
Never mine
Again.