The genius of memory,
twisting our fates,
teaching our hate
to forge new reasons
for forgetting forgiveness
and framing feelings
as the criminal directing
a great escape
where others hunted
will be caught
but the master of
emotion will be free
to walk away,
to see release.

A Question on Secrets


I am too young to be burdened down by the moments from the past that have bruised me. My tongue will no longer be still, it will dance with the truths that others chose to act in. I am not a burden, I am not a slut, I am not a soulmate to crush for a twisted version of love where only one comes alive while the other buries themselves to hide under the stacks of lies where relationships are hammers wanting to kill instead of building a place where integrity spills. I will be clean from your secrets you gave me.