there are things
about me
people pretend
to know.
they pretend to know
the things
i love,
the things
that truly matter to me,
the things
i am passionate about.
but they fail
to know that
i am a dairy
with a heart-shaped lock,
impossible
to open
except for
a heart-shaped key
kept around my neck
on a delicate silver chain.
i have many things
kept deep inside me
for fear of
betrayal,
judgement,
exposure.
but maybe one day
i will give
a heart-shaped key
to somebody
who loves me
so that they may know
things about me.
the things
i love,
the things
that truly matter to me,
the things
i am passionate about.
but until then,
i am a diary
with a heart-shaped lock,
impossible
to open
except for
a heart-shaped key
kept around my neck
on a delicate silver chain.