"I'm so ******* tired."

can I tell you a secret?

I always tell you the truth.
the closest thing I have to the truth anyways.
I sometimes even surprise myself.

you don't need to know this.
I don't tell you when it's bad.

I only tell you when it's worst.
I pick these little tiny words.

we liars have to stick together so we can show each other the people we knew we could be, before life happened.

now, I don't know if I love you,
but these feelings never change.
I've never had to ignore them,
and I could make them go away.

can I tell you a secret?

I already have.
because you ask me,  don't forget me,
never have and someday might.
but I don't expect you to stick around.

you never need to know this.
I only tell you when it's worst.
I always pick these tiny words.