I did it for you, why couldn’t you do it for me?

I lustered as any haughty teenager would over you, my secrete since I shared my cookies with you at school.

I risked it all and still kept my secrete, but can you “make” a secrete?

For awhile I thought it was just a friendship, of mutuality, and that’s why I invited you to my dreams.

I dream that I got you drunk, knowing you would be up for it, but what would I do after?

Would I let the walls melt away, and the lights dim, finally releasing myself.

Or would we just laugh, and go out into new towns finding any memories we could make as just “friends”