We should write
all our secrets
on a sign
and hang it
on our neck.

“I’ve been suicidal since I was eleven,
my friend died when we were kids
and I'm still not over it,
I was abused of at seven,
my then best friend bullied me
for over a year,
I can’t trust myself,
I sometimes wake up and can’t get out of bed,
I played hide and seek with happiness and never found it,
I hate myself.”

Maybe that way—
when exposed, naked, open for everyone to see—
we’d love each other.

Because we humanize
fictional characters
when knowing
all their secrets
and forget
that secrets
exist
because
you can’t see them.