I spoke of you today.
I told a piece of our secret.

Remember? The one I keep locked away around the corner from guilt and shame. The one you begged me to use for your protection.

That secret that I just recently learned to write about has molded itself into sentences that bled from my mouth today.
They fell out of me.

I thought guarding our love would save the masses.

I had convinced myself that silence was the only way out, and in reality it was the only thing keeping me locked in.

So I spoke. I took those feelings in my gut and I formed words. I took those words and did everything I could to make sense of it all.

I spoke a piece of my truth today.

That truth was about you, and the lies we believed. The lies that your skewed perception of this was love, and the lies that this love was abuse.

Because it's neither here nor there.

You call it love, they call it abuse and I call it my truth.

I lost a piece of us today. Actually, I gave a piece of you away. For someone else to hold for me. To make the burden that much lighter.

It wasn't much, but it was everything. Because your hold has lessened.

Maybe it wasn't the love that kept me captive, but the secret we became.

I am letting go of titles and labels. I am surrendering.

I spoke of you today and it didn't break me.