i preached of you like they were my last words, or as if you were my favourite book, or a movie i watched a million times and swore up and down was good, to friends who weren't a fan of the same genre. i preached of my faith in you, and although these words fell upon deaf ears, i preached still. because you have been safety. comfort. home. and i picked you apart, and my mother hears so much about you, and at this point she has got to be sick of it, but i continue. i continue. i. i bet. i bet that i am just your secret. and that's okay, sometimes i just wonder why.