We thought we kept our secrets well,
so on the past we dwelled
exchanging stories, memories and realities.

Our broken currency.

We wished we could drown
these pasts is the ever-present
sound of our
background.
But they never left us.
So when you spoke,
my heart broke.
I denied it, tried to hide it,
tried to confine my mind
leave these feelings undefined.

But you gave me a apart
of your heart
which was broken into shards
and yes, it was sharp.
But from that night,
no shattered hearts
would ever tear us apart.