Our little secrets,
we hold them so dear,
so close,
never to lose them.
But then they grow,
and they grow,
and they consume us
whole.
We hold them dear,
because it's hard to share,
impossible, in fact,
without care.
Secrets,
ours, now theirs too,
so easily spread, like the flu,
cannot be retracted.
Removed.
But if you do trust,
and you must,
because without trust,
relationships are nothing,
then share,
and watch, and wait,
as you see your trust break.