Secrets spread like wildfire
You tell one person, and they'll tell another
Nothing you hide
Stays hidden forever
Someone will always come along
And dig the skeletons out of your closet
In most cases,
that 'someone' is me
In the beehive of this city
I am the Queen Bee
There is almost nothing I do not know
In this beehive, this city
I reign supreme
Secrets, secrets, are no fun
Unless you share with everyone
I am not someone worthy of trust
I will sell you out-
For a price, of course
Nothing I give is free
Information is my top priority
My specialty
Believe me when I say
No secret is safe with me
I know everything
I control everything
I reign supreme
(No secret is safe with me)
But this…..
This is different.
This warm, fuzzy feeling
In the pit of my stomach
Whenever I spot you in a crowd
This shiver that goes up my spine
Every time you scream my name
In your uncontrollable rage
This adrenaline-pumping feeling as I run away
This heart-racing feeling I get
Just from being near you
As we play our little cat-and-mouse game
Another day, another chase
I've been waiting
I keep waiting
But this feeling never goes away
And so I'll lie awake at night
Once again
Pondering what this feeling means
And just like all those other times,
There's only one conclusion I can see
That can sum up this feeling
That can explain why I feel this way
Those three little words that tease me
Those three little words that haunt me
Those three little words that I long to say
"I hate you."
But I know you could never feel the same way
I know that we could never be
But knowing that
Doesn't make this feeling go away
And it doesn't make it hurt any fucking less
Knowing you don't know
Knowing you don't see
Knowing I'm the only one
Feeling this feeling
Knowing you hold none of these feelings for me
Unrequited love is the worst
Secrets, secrets, are no fun
Unless you share with everyone
This is different
This is one secret
I think I'll keep to myself
No secret is safe with me
Author's Note: o-o Yeah...I don't know what this is or where it came from. xD I guess this is what happens when I'm stuck in Creative Writing class and have Durarara! on the brain. The result is a Shizaya poem~ So yeah...Let me know if it sucks or not, keh? .-.