When I said it to her yesterday
The words slipped like
faulty marbles through my pocket
Little rambling thoughts that I took from the back of my mind;
quietly exposed in daylight train rides.
As we sat,
the gravity of my story melted into our palms -
Casual, yet
clearly true.
My tongue is raw
And my voice box still heavy in my throat..
(what have you done ??)  it cries.
At least
I know now
a little bit more
of the girl I hid from
day one.