You will never read this
You will never know
About the late night poems
About the places I go

I will delete my history
I will use a fake name
I will bury my feelings
I will bury my shame

I cannot tell you how
I became this way
I know only the fear that compels me
The fear I obey

And I know I am broken
But I still have every part
I have a brain
And I have a heart

And I know I love you
Although that, I will never say
And I might never make up for
All the gratitude I fail to convey

So I will write it in a poem
One that you will never see
Then I will hide my love away
Then I will set you free