I have two things to share and one thing to hide.

One: That my heart tried to glide and fly back to you and discovered that all it could do was beat

Another: That I tried to grow in pieces that were illegal under the statutes of what was pretty

The last: That falling in love felt more like tripping over tipped toes.

It was accidental as I tried to keep my feelings secret.

Now, all I have to do was remember which one was which.