Although you wish you could but life's lessons aiint so easy to forget. Wanting desperately to unburden yourself you turn to the next person, considered as more than a friend too selfish to consider what that weight might cause but not too blind to see.
But of the two, who is more selfish, cause the confidant knows deep down the secret might be too big to contain, but still insists on knowing, so sure it won't remain a secret forever already, the inner self is dancing, anticipating, not necessarily gleeful about it but no doubt selectively choosing the next best ear to tell.
Making you wonder if there ever will be anyone strong enough to save you from dying of this slow vicious poison cause secrets are poisons that need to be spat out... but who is worthy enough to be your sand? To swallow up your poison and not wither, to dry it up without a trace, who is six feet deep and still counting, you will surely settle for a four feet if you find one.
Tired of secrets turning into tales and entertainment for them ears, tired of the asking, reminding and pleading for the safe keeping. What the hell go on and tell the whole world maybe then, you might both be free...
Seyi Awonaike.
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